Qantas A380's fully flat Skybed in business class
In the April 21 edition of
The New Yorker, David Owen describes the luxuries of premium-class seating and visits the firms that design jet interiors.
Seven years ago, I flew business class on Qantas from
Australia to California, a thirteen-hour trip. I hadn’t had much
experience outside economy, but I didn’t want to look like a
front-of-the-plane rookie, so I stowed my “amenity kit” without ripping
it open, declined the first cocktail a flight attendant offered me, and
tried to appear engrossed in a book while the passenger nearest me
bounced around like a four-year-old at a birthday party. I didn’t begin
to play with my own seat until after dinner, when I lowered it into its
fully extended position, and stretched out -- not to sleep, which is
something I hardly ever manage on airplanes, but to see how the thing
worked. The concave back of the seat shell formed a domed enclosure over
my head, like a demi-cocoon. Suddenly, I heard people speaking in loud
voices and banging things around. I sat up, indignant -- and realized
that the noise was the sound of breakfast being served. I’d slept for
eight hours straight, something I never do even at home. In a little
while, we began our descent into Los Angeles.
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