Gesture is a first chair designed to support our interactions with today’s devices. Before designing the chair, its developer, Steelcase, conducted a global study to analyze postures we take while dealing with different gadgets. The study revealed how the human body interacts with devices and how it responds as we shift from one device to another, and from one activity to another.
We behave differently when drawing on a tablet, texting on a smartphone, or using two devices at the same time. Steelcase lists 9 posture types (by the way, which one you take most often?):
Gesture chair is designed to “support posture changes specifically influenced by technology devices we use today.” The chair’s back and seat move as a synchronized system, adjusting to a user to give continuous and persistent support.
Steelcase’s Gesture chair will be available this autumn, and you can fill out this form to be notified when it’s released.
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Coriolanus released the fistful of cabbage into the pot of boiling water and swore that one day it would never pass his lips again. But this was not that day. He needed to eat a large bowl of the anemic stuff, and drink every drop of broth, to prevent his stomach from growling during the reaping ceremony. It was one of a long list of precautions he took to mask the fact that his family, despite residing in the penthouse of the Capitol’s most opulent apartment building, was as poor as district scum. That at eighteen, the heir to the once-great house of Snow had nothing to live on but his wits.
His shirt for the reaping was worrying him. He had an acceptable pair of dark dress pants bought on the black market last year, but the shirt was what people looked at. Fortunately, the Academy provided the uniforms it required for daily use. For today’s ceremony, however, students were instructed to be dressed fashionably but with the solemnity the occasion dictated. Tigris had said to trust her, and he did. Only his cousin’s cleverness with a needle had saved him so far. Still, he couldn’t expect miracles.
The shirt they’d dug from the back of the wardrobe—his father’s, from better days—was stained and yellowed with age, half the buttons missing, a cigarette burn on one cuff. Too damaged to sell in even the worst of times, and this was to be his reaping shirt? This morning he had gone to her room at daybreak, only to find both his cousin and the shirt missing. Not a good sign. Had Tigris given up on the old thing and braved the black market in some last-ditch effort to find him proper clothing? And what on earth would she possess worth trading for it? Only one thing—herself—and the house of Snow had not yet fallen that far. Or was it falling now as he salted the cabbage?
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