If chaos and minimalism had a baby, it would be this desk. It's like a where's Waldo page, but instead of Waldo, we're trying to find a sense of order. You've got the mystery-meat of desks – a little bit of everything but nothing that tells me what the main course is. It's the desk equivalent of 'I just threw everything in the closet when guests arrived.' I suppose the gloves are for handling the clutter without leaving fingerprints, smart. But hey, it's got character, and by character, I mean it looks like a character from a children's book threw up their entire contents here.