Milan 2010 … . a Volcanic success!
For the 2010 Salone Internazionale del Mobile, Marcel Wanders‘ designs ranged from terrifying monsters to a sparkling bright new vision. As if fairy tales escaped from children’s books and entered the marvelous world of design a Cinderella bed rested on a Milanese display while crystal forests took over the Italian’s landscape… A garden in the sky, a tribute to Venus, a smell of Eden, and fields of tulips…
After a winter of feigned hibernation Marcel Wanders was abounding with dreams at this annual springtime affair.
Baccarat // Forest of the United Crystals
A long time ago, in a place not far from here, I remember….vaguely, in the middle of the night, I woke up after a possibly… but probably not, long sleep. With my head on the table, distorted, the last in the room and surrounded by too many beautiful empty glasses, I opened my eyes. Too many empty, too many empty. I welcomed that new day, waking up in that autumn forest, that overwhelming forest of emptied crystal trees, showing their naked skeletons, surrounding me, towering over me, filling up my short view with endless crystal sparkles. What once made the trees colorful was gone, what was loud only whispered, only a few splashes, little witnesses, dried out pools randomly scattered over my table of friends remained.
Channeling the natural world, Marcel Wanders dreamed up “United Crystal Woods” for Baccarat, a collection bringing together several facets of the company: “La Fôret des Songes,” multipurpose candle jars decorated with a lace pattern etched to various thickness; “Les Rois de la Fôret,” monumental cut vases of polished metal or marble bases (the latter available as a limited edition only); “L’Ivresse des Bois,” a set of utterly elegant wine glasses and carafes. And finally, the pinnacle of this imaginary forest, “L’Esprit des Bois,” an improbable family of deer and stags, made of polished stainless steel and wood en¬cased in etched crystal; in candlelight, these poetic, graceful shapes look like dreams come to life.
Magus : Sparkling Chair
It has been prophesized, “Mankind will find its future floating on the breath of little children.” They will blow air into the world like the world breathes life into the living. They will celebrate their birthdays with insatiable appetites…as only children can. They will fill their lungs with the most precious of all elements, air, and instead of blowing out their candles, they will exhale with mechanical force filling a form with their breath – freezing it in weightlessness.
One day we will be able to understand and use all powers this planet gives to us. We will understand what the true nature of nature is. We will find the beauty in the seemingly contradictory nature of the elements. We will see the softness of iron, the lightness of stone, the power and strength of air.
I give you Sparkling as a name, not to make a reference to sparkling waters, nor sparkling sunrays on your skin, I name you Sparkling because inside you there is a little star, a little large light, a glow in the dark, a direction and a destination, for us to follow.
Cappellini : Tulip Armchair
‘Tulip armchair’ created for cappellini is a reinterpretation of the lengthened and oversized dimensions of the classic armchair. the frame is produced in soft polyurethane and also co-injected with rigid polyurethane. meanwhile, the upholstery is made in foam and acrylic layers. the fixed cover is available in a wide range of fabrics, leathers and alcantara®, a sustainable industrial material that is carbon neutral in its production. Mimicking the stem of a flower, a shiny revolving base in dark varnished metal provides support
to the armchair.
Moooi : Monster Chair
One day I will die, I foresee a dramatic ending with some fireworks, some pain and lots of wild music. But after that… it will be silent… silent for a long while…
I will be sitting on a little stool at the head of a large table, ready for an eternal dinner. Seven dark leather chairs with ferocious faces surround the table. Eight sets of silver cutlery and white porcelain plates lay amongst copious amounts of white tulips on a fresh white tablecloth with white ribbons. There will be sparkling crystal glasses ready to be filled with endless amounts of superb wine. Candles will be burning as Callas and Puccini sit in the corner singing heavenly tunes and I will wait for my guests. I will await my seven muses. I will await the seven most important women in my life to dine eternally in their gathered presence.
All the beauty I discovered and hoped to have in my life will suddenly be there for me eternally.
My muses are the true collection of my life. I collect them as if they are butterflies. Throughout my life, my net flies gracefully through the air as I want to catch them without hurting them. I want to treat them with kindness, caution, and respect. I will never pin a butterfly down to keep her from flying. Therefore, I know I am not able to keep them only for myself. (But when they fly away they magically double so I can take them with me wherever I am.) However important this collection is to me, I know that with my inevitable death I will lose not only my life but also my collection of muses.
At that table, after my death, I will wait patiently until my muses fly back to me, to my table for this eternal treat. I will look forward with excitement and hope that they might choose to be with me again. I will hope that I was able to have given them enough respect, love, laughs and sparkling eyes. I will hope that with time they can forgive my stupidity, disloyalty and little lies. I will hope that I fed them enough flowers and sunshine, poetry and fantasies for them to desire a seat at my festive table. I will enjoy the eternal pleasure of being reunited with my muses. Each muse will find a black leather embroidered chair that is just for her: her solitaire, soft and comfortable, follows the rules of a future contemporary style while conflicting with the rationales of history. Showing the frozen face of a monster, a dragon, seemingly harmless. Only when all seven muses are seated will the party begin. There will never be an end to this orgy of sensibility and passion. We will laugh, we will tease, we will play and we will cry. We will feel connected on the deepest level of our souls. Wine will not give us headaches, sweets will not make us fat, cheese will scent like perfume, for always, for ever…
The greater the excitement of being reunited with my collection of muses the crueler and more painful the moment if not all my seven muses will arrive at my table. One of them could decide to stay away, not to join, one of them could turn her back to me.
In this unfortunate event, this dark occasion, this moment of eternal sorrow, I will understand why I deserve my muses’ disloyalty. The frozen monster in the free leather chair will come alive. It will step onto the table and reveal its fierce claws. It will spit fire while its black leather skin will turn crimson like fire. From the chest of the monster long sharp needles will spring. With one swift move he will pierce all my loyal muses. I will stay alone at my table, the wine will bloat my skull, sweets will make me obese, the stench of the cheese will make me want to cut of my nose, for always, for ever…
But today, I can still serve my muses; I must remember to feed them flowers and sunshine, poetry and fantasies… Eternity might last forever.
For the 2010 Salone Internazionale del Mobile, Marcel Wanders‘ designs ranged from terrifying monsters to a sparkling bright new vision. As if fairy tales escaped from children’s books and entered the marvelous world of design a Cinderella bed rested on a Milanese display while crystal forests took over the Italian’s landscape… A garden in the sky, a tribute to Venus, a smell of Eden, and fields of tulips…
After a winter of feigned hibernation Marcel Wanders was abounding with dreams at this annual springtime affair.
Baccarat // Forest of the United Crystals
A long time ago, in a place not far from here, I remember….vaguely, in the middle of the night, I woke up after a possibly… but probably not, long sleep. With my head on the table, distorted, the last in the room and surrounded by too many beautiful empty glasses, I opened my eyes. Too many empty, too many empty. I welcomed that new day, waking up in that autumn forest, that overwhelming forest of emptied crystal trees, showing their naked skeletons, surrounding me, towering over me, filling up my short view with endless crystal sparkles. What once made the trees colorful was gone, what was loud only whispered, only a few splashes, little witnesses, dried out pools randomly scattered over my table of friends remained.
Channeling the natural world, Marcel Wanders dreamed up “United Crystal Woods” for Baccarat, a collection bringing together several facets of the company: “La Fôret des Songes,” multipurpose candle jars decorated with a lace pattern etched to various thickness; “Les Rois de la Fôret,” monumental cut vases of polished metal or marble bases (the latter available as a limited edition only); “L’Ivresse des Bois,” a set of utterly elegant wine glasses and carafes. And finally, the pinnacle of this imaginary forest, “L’Esprit des Bois,” an improbable family of deer and stags, made of polished stainless steel and wood en¬cased in etched crystal; in candlelight, these poetic, graceful shapes look like dreams come to life.
Magus : Sparkling Chair
It has been prophesized, “Mankind will find its future floating on the breath of little children.” They will blow air into the world like the world breathes life into the living. They will celebrate their birthdays with insatiable appetites…as only children can. They will fill their lungs with the most precious of all elements, air, and instead of blowing out their candles, they will exhale with mechanical force filling a form with their breath – freezing it in weightlessness.
One day we will be able to understand and use all powers this planet gives to us. We will understand what the true nature of nature is. We will find the beauty in the seemingly contradictory nature of the elements. We will see the softness of iron, the lightness of stone, the power and strength of air.
I give you Sparkling as a name, not to make a reference to sparkling waters, nor sparkling sunrays on your skin, I name you Sparkling because inside you there is a little star, a little large light, a glow in the dark, a direction and a destination, for us to follow.
Cappellini : Tulip Armchair
‘Tulip armchair’ created for cappellini is a reinterpretation of the lengthened and oversized dimensions of the classic armchair. the frame is produced in soft polyurethane and also co-injected with rigid polyurethane. meanwhile, the upholstery is made in foam and acrylic layers. the fixed cover is available in a wide range of fabrics, leathers and alcantara®, a sustainable industrial material that is carbon neutral in its production. Mimicking the stem of a flower, a shiny revolving base in dark varnished metal provides support
to the armchair.
Moooi : Monster Chair
One day I will die, I foresee a dramatic ending with some fireworks, some pain and lots of wild music. But after that… it will be silent… silent for a long while…
I will be sitting on a little stool at the head of a large table, ready for an eternal dinner. Seven dark leather chairs with ferocious faces surround the table. Eight sets of silver cutlery and white porcelain plates lay amongst copious amounts of white tulips on a fresh white tablecloth with white ribbons. There will be sparkling crystal glasses ready to be filled with endless amounts of superb wine. Candles will be burning as Callas and Puccini sit in the corner singing heavenly tunes and I will wait for my guests. I will await my seven muses. I will await the seven most important women in my life to dine eternally in their gathered presence.
All the beauty I discovered and hoped to have in my life will suddenly be there for me eternally.
My muses are the true collection of my life. I collect them as if they are butterflies. Throughout my life, my net flies gracefully through the air as I want to catch them without hurting them. I want to treat them with kindness, caution, and respect. I will never pin a butterfly down to keep her from flying. Therefore, I know I am not able to keep them only for myself. (But when they fly away they magically double so I can take them with me wherever I am.) However important this collection is to me, I know that with my inevitable death I will lose not only my life but also my collection of muses.
At that table, after my death, I will wait patiently until my muses fly back to me, to my table for this eternal treat. I will look forward with excitement and hope that they might choose to be with me again. I will hope that I was able to have given them enough respect, love, laughs and sparkling eyes. I will hope that with time they can forgive my stupidity, disloyalty and little lies. I will hope that I fed them enough flowers and sunshine, poetry and fantasies for them to desire a seat at my festive table. I will enjoy the eternal pleasure of being reunited with my muses. Each muse will find a black leather embroidered chair that is just for her: her solitaire, soft and comfortable, follows the rules of a future contemporary style while conflicting with the rationales of history. Showing the frozen face of a monster, a dragon, seemingly harmless. Only when all seven muses are seated will the party begin. There will never be an end to this orgy of sensibility and passion. We will laugh, we will tease, we will play and we will cry. We will feel connected on the deepest level of our souls. Wine will not give us headaches, sweets will not make us fat, cheese will scent like perfume, for always, for ever…
The greater the excitement of being reunited with my collection of muses the crueler and more painful the moment if not all my seven muses will arrive at my table. One of them could decide to stay away, not to join, one of them could turn her back to me.
In this unfortunate event, this dark occasion, this moment of eternal sorrow, I will understand why I deserve my muses’ disloyalty. The frozen monster in the free leather chair will come alive. It will step onto the table and reveal its fierce claws. It will spit fire while its black leather skin will turn crimson like fire. From the chest of the monster long sharp needles will spring. With one swift move he will pierce all my loyal muses. I will stay alone at my table, the wine will bloat my skull, sweets will make me obese, the stench of the cheese will make me want to cut of my nose, for always, for ever…
But today, I can still serve my muses; I must remember to feed them flowers and sunshine, poetry and fantasies… Eternity might last forever.
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