Oh god I love the MoMA Design Store. I know, I suppose, that it is technically a shop, not a museum, but I will offer you three counter-arguments. One: I made a specific effort to go to the Design Store, twice (the first time my battery was dying and I really just needed to get back to the apartment). Two: it is clearly a very heavily curated selection of items, chosen for their innate qualities and appeal, the beautiful ways of doing everyday things. And three: even with my considerable income, I would be bankrupt if I bought all the things I wanted to fill my flat with from here. The Lumio book lamps. The OP-1. The entire office and kitchen kit-out I would do if given half the chance. I took so many photos of things as just a vague idea for things I might one day buy myself if I ever could justify them. Some, I’ll not lie, I may already have done so. It is exciting to think, as I spent a not inconsiderable amount of walking round, that I have developed over the years quite an acute sense of taste in this kind of thing, even if not, e.g. clothes. We make do.