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Ten Artists for Ten Years

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Ten years ago, Michael Anastassiades started his collaboration with Flos, creating the IC collection. This iconic light was originally inspired by the trajectory of a ball thrown by a juggler, re-proposing that moment of suspension in space and time. To celebrate the 10th anniversary of this balancing marvel, Flos has underlined it by a new gold finish, a material chosen as synonymous with not luxury but of timelessness and of that relationship of love and respect that well-designed objects inspire.

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.

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David Luraschi

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Olya Oleinic

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Nicolas Kern

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Luis Úrculo

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Sany

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Eduard Sánchez Ribot

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Yago Castromil

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Oscar Grønner

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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.

Work by

Jay Daniel Wright

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