When I bought this, my friends made fun of me, saying that I've become my father. Well, considering that I'm living in a loft with 6 other unemployed, dirt poor and always hungry artists and my father is the partner of an international law firm and has three sports cars and two girlfriends, I really don't mind having a club chair that looks identical to his -- especially considering the fact that I paid a fraction of the price he paid for his. He might have one of the best lives in the world. But I've got his chair. And boy it is comfortable.