Vintage View: The low down on Knoll know-how

IT WAS a €40 conference table in white, but something in the elegance of the executive grey trim, said quality.

I performed the traditional Monty Pythonesque descent to the floor known to the enthusiastic collector of slender means who regularly drift-nets every fathom of the retail seas.

It’s a subtle, vertical genuflection of stifled agony. Body concertinaed in a forest of second-hand furniture legs, I looked up, bruised an eyeball, and took in one word with deep satisfaction — Knoll.