Dix ans, dix artistes
Il y a dix ans, Michael Anastassiades entamait sa collaboration avec Flos en créant la collection IC. Pour ce luminaire emblématique, il s’est inspiré de la trajectoire d’une balle lancée par un jongleur, réimaginant cet instant suspendu entre l’espace et le temps. Pour fêter le dixième anniversaire de cette merveilleuse pièce en équilibre, Flos la souligne d’une nouvelle finition en or. Cette matière a été choisie non pas pour son caractère luxueux, mais pour symboliser la qualité intemporelle des objets bien conçus et la relation d’amour et de respect qu’ils inspirent.
En accord avec cette philosophie, preuve s’il en est du statut d’icône de la lampe IC dans l’imaginaire collectif, Flos a proposé à dix artistes d’interpréter ce design dans leurs disciplines respectives. Photographie, illustration, poésie : ce groupe d’artistes de talent a enrichi la perception d’IC, mêlant beaux-arts, ironie, élégance et mondanité dans un portfolio exprimant toute la force de la vision d’Anastassiades.
Œuvre de
David Luraschi
Œuvre de
Olya Oleinic
Œuvre de
Nicolas Kern
Œuvre de
Luis Úrculo
Œuvre de
Sany
Œuvre de
Eduard Sánchez Ribot
Œuvre de
Yago Castromil
Œuvre de
Oscar Grønner
Œuvre de
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.
Œuvre de
Jay Daniel Wright
