Woodworkers Without Borders
Aug 21, 2018
4 minutes
It’s 2pm on the day before the show opens, and the rain has started to come in sideways instead of just its usual downward inclination. I’m dripping wet standing in what is likely an increasingly rare industrial backwater of Brooklyn, New York.
Kelly Harris is making her way down the rambling corridors of the ancient five-storey 1918 factory that holds her workshop. I’ve got three hours to get my Fred table to the Convention Centre in Manhattan. A second delivery guy has just canceled on us.
‘Congratulations! You’ve been selected for the 2018 ICFF Studio.’ Six weeks prior, the header grabbed me by the collar from my
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