Besides my wife, there are very few things that I can say are a sight for sore eyes. Thos. Moser’s ridiculously elegant interpretation of a Shaker classic puts me in a trance every time I see its photo, and when I snap out of it I find myself wiping away tears. This past summer, I grabbed this cell phone shot of the real deal while visiting the Moser furniture showroom in Freeport, Me. After ten minutes of studying every inch of this piece inside and out — in person, mind you — my wife finally grabbed my arm to pull me away. Nooo!
I’ve been tearing up over Tom Moser’s work for 35 years now. I have all the furniture books written by Tom Moser, I’ve made the pilgrimage to his Auburn, Me. workshop twice, I’ve built a roomful of tables from his published shop drawings, took part in his company’s recent marketing research study, and my mother still sends news clippings in the mail when the Portland paper writes another Thos. Moser story. What can I say other than this man’s work has been a true inspiration.