Storage in style

When I was growing up, I thought of bread bins (when I thought of them at all, which wasn’t often) in much the same way as George Orwell thought of aspidistra. Along with a number of other innocuous domestic objects, I associated the bread bin with the stifling atmosphere of small houses in a small town, far from where real life was taking place.
I’ve mellowed a little bit since then, and I can afford to feel more relaxed about things like bread bins. So much so that I was quite taken by this little number from Typhoon.

I like the retro-futuristic look of this bin, which is a bit Festival of Britain. It’s a shame the price-tag is also futuristic…