The not-much-talked-about but most-sat-on (accidentally, of course) bad girl…

This chair was an experiment with design, physics, hard-chiselling, and the durability and visibility of pencil on wood. Though it was talked about during drunken parties involving youngsters, it would just be eyed and ignored by sobre male guests/relatives when the sun was up. Yet often, while talking, they would lower themselves into it “just to catch breath” or “sit a bit to cool down”. That chair has so many jeans buttons (Damn butt buttons!! Why do they exist?!!!) scratches on its seat that her lap today is barely visible.

Do you like it? (Or would you only like to sit on it?)