Another story about Brooklyn furniture –  this time in the City Section of the New York Times, Kate Hawley wrote this piece called "Desk Dreams" for the column: "The City Observed."

Late in August, we heaved the few things I still owned into a rented
minivan and headed for New York. He drove the whole way. When we
arrived, he carried the heavy boxes of books and stereo equipment up
the narrow stairs to my new apartment, a small two-bedroom on Fifth
Avenue in Park Slope. The place was mostly furnished, but it was
missing one thing: a desk. We set out in search.

The desk had to
be perfect. I’ve always been particular about my work space, but my
standards shot up in proportion to my New York ambitions; I should be
able to run my fingers over the wood grain and feel ideas begin to
percolate. Aesthetics were important — no tacky particleboard. And
while I like modern design, I felt that this desk should breathe of
history, of greatness; it should probably, I decided, be an antique.

THERE
were also practical considerations. It had to fit precisely — I had
only three and a half feet of wall to play with — and I required
drawers as well as shelves. It also had to be ergonomically safe, as I
planned to sit at it for hours at a stretch. All this for less than
$100, which was all I could afford on my graduate student budget.