Zehn Künstler für zehn Jahre
Vor zehn Jahren begann Michael Anastassiades seine Zusammenarbeit mit Flos und schuf die Kollektion IC. Diese ikonische Leuchte wurde ursprünglich von der Flugbahn eines Balls inspiriert, der von einem Jongleur geworfen wurde, und stellt diesen Moment des Schwebens in Raum und Zeit wieder her. Zur Feier des 10-jährigen Jubiläums dieses wunderbaren Balanceakts verleiht Flos der Leuchte eine neue Goldoberfläche. Dieses Material wurde nicht wegen seines luxuriösen Charakters gewählt, sondern um die zeitlose Qualität gut gestalteter Objekte und die Beziehung von Liebe und Respekt, die sie inspirieren, zu symbolisieren.
Im Einklang mit dieser Philosophie, die den Status der IC-Lampe als Ikone in der kollektiven Vorstellungswelt belegt, schlug Flos zehn Künstlern vor, dieses Design in ihren jeweiligen Disziplinen zu interpretieren. Diese Gruppe talentierter Künstler bereicherte die Wahrnehmung von IC und mischte die schönen Künste, Ironie, Eleganz und Mondänität in einem Portfolio, das die ganze Kraft von Anastassiades' Vision zum Ausdruck bringt.
To support this narrative and as further testimony to the iconic role that the IC light has in the collective imagination, Flos asked ten artists, active in different disciplines, to interpret the design. Working in photography, illustration, and even poetry, the group of talents expanded the perception of IC, mixing fine art, irony, mundanity and elegance in a celebratory portfolio that expresses the strength of Anastassiades’ vision.
Werk von
David Luraschi
Werk von
Olya Oleinic
Werk von
Nicolas Kern
Werk von
Luis Úrculo
Werk von
Sany
Werk von
Eduard Sánchez Ribot
Werk von
Yago Castromil
Werk von
Oscar Grønner
Werk von
Aurielle Marie
a light with no end
in the corner of the room, a spark of imagination
unbridled by wire. unspoken art. electric rendering.
satin swallowed line and its tender kindred flame, not
yet hollowed by the dark. hallowed by light. yet, not simply light.
vivid smolder. radiant gleam. impossible balance and audacious,
glow. good for the long day or the slender evening magic. the work
of the witching hour. not simply light, but the warmth of a room,
the cool brass touch of a masterpiece. coy architectural genius,
glass globe holding the world against a dream. impossible life,
impossible trick of effulgence. and yet, some glint of chrome,
some dimmed auburn halo floods a wooden floor and suddenly
the room is a kind of paradox. held captive by the pure joy–
a line meets a lumen and becomes galvanic. more
than a wild slant of metal, more than unstable sequencing.
the kind of brilliance one makes a home with. the center of
celestial orbit. and who has ever lived a life without knowing
at least one twilight held by a lone lamp, some late solitude
searching for a silhouette of dignity. a daring migration. iconic
suspension. the kind of light we all need, but don’t know how to ask for.
an invitation of industrial belonging, a pendant of identity. intricacy. grace.
finally, beauty that brings the bare walls alive. at the end of the journey,
an incandescent figure welcomes you into the room. not simply light, no.
not simply a lamp. not a mere bulb and baton. beyond the invention of
brass, surpassing shape and material. innovation, taking the form of
illumination, here. dextere and determined to shine. a statement
of place. a demand of ownership. a command to come in from the night.
every life deserve this kind of light. this quality of power, to build a room with.
to gold a house. to journey home toward, diffuse the lonely night. to balance
the opal glow and electric chrome. a dance of metal and meaning.
not simply light, but life. all done in a room, filled with it. inspired by it.
just like us. like you. like me.
waking up a room.
coming alive. coming home.
Werk von
Jay Daniel Wright
