13 June 2010
Posted by Paul Anater at 6:16 AM
I grew up with a ping pong table in the basement. I think having a ping pong table in the basement is in the Declaration of Independence or something. Right? It was good for an occasional grudge match with my brothers but other than that it didn't occupy a very big part of my life as a kid. It got replaced by a pool table some time when I was in high school and I don't think anyone mourned the loss.
Well a curious thing has happened in the last few years and of course I'm at a loss to explain it. Ping pong tables got hip at some point and I am at a loss to see the the appeal of them.
I suspect my BFF Jonathan Adler has something to do about it and despite the fact that we're on each other's Facebook Friends lists, I still have issues aplenty with the man's aesthetic.
Why Adler? Exhibit A. Here he is at home with Simon and that dog.
The eye rolling starts.
It's not just Adler. Here's one by Paul Smith.
It's a little precious, don't you think?
Here's another one pretending to be haute design and failing miserably. It's by Hunn Wei for the Mein Gallery.
And in what has to be the unholiest alliance of goofy trends in human history, here's one by Aruliden for Puma.
It carries a $4,000 price tag and has a chalkboard surface. Chalkboard paint and ping pong in one fell swoop?
I wonder if Apartment Therapy knows about this?