"Ikea has withdrawn a type of almond cake from its restaurants after samples were found to be contaminated by faecal bacteria."
For as long as I can remember, I've gone out of my way to enjoy eves, precipices and the part of a roller coaster right before that first drop. Even though I hate everything that comes next—and in the case of holidays and other special occasions, I bore easily. I just love the anticipation. Still, the night before my second book came out, all I could think about was my fucking record shelf.
Ikea is adding 71 new items for fall-and it's remarkable that their products are becoming cooler and weirder, not more Targety and grosser. While a number of the items are rehashes of vintage designs-their chair with cushions that turn like a book is a riff on a vintage modern chair entirely composed of hinged cushions, and the lamps are camp George Nelson updates-lots of it looks pretty wonderful.
Der Spiegel: "Ikea has been described as the 'Teflon multinationa' because of its unshakably positive image. But a new book by a former top executive paints a damning picture of corporate practices at the Swedish furniture giant. The author claims the company is run like a sect, complete with spies, lies and rampant racism." Also, its products leave one bereft of vitality or joy and deliver the soul-crushing sense of settling in for the long trip to the tomb. Although that part does not seem to be mentioned in the book.