A round tabletop hovers, almost weightless, above an X-form base — the kind of optical sleight that only comes from total command of proportion. This is Michael Anastassiades' first work for Fritz Hansen, and he's used the occasion to stage a quiet argument: that reverence and reinvention aren't opposites. The table draws its bones from the Danish canon — Klint, Kjærholm — then strips the reference down until only geometry remains.