Kubrick ....Fashion Lamp!

KUBRICK pendant lamp brings a blend of design and technology "seasoned" with a classic feel .Kubrick  match a wide rage of styles  to create a sophisticated look .Combining craftsmanship with the latest lighting technology and exclusive materials, the result is a magical and innovative mix of lighting and fashion.

 

The Spanish brand Dresslight  Barcelona is a new dimension in the world of enlightenment.
Kubrick’s challenge was to create a luminaire that had never been seen before , because of its size and secondly, because of its technical and artistic characteristics. We were looking for a sumptuous lamp that was different, without prejudice or limitation, and that would reign over any space.

Dornbracht expands the showering experience

The spirit of water...
  
Dornbracht presents an expansion of the groundbreaking shower technology Ambiance Tuning Technique through addition of a new application: the Horizontal Shower. With the Horizontal Shower, for the first time showering with the Ambiance Tuning Technique can be enjoyed lying down.  . The application combines six WATER BARS recessed into a broad shower field above a reclining space, along with an eTOOL as the main operating element. Just as with VERTICAL SHOWER, with HORIZONTAL SHOWER the user can also choose from among a variety of pre-programmed choreographies, offering a range of settings for water temperature, intensity and quantity. The user can decide from among BALANCING, ENERGIZING or DE-STRESSING effects.

 

Azadeh Shladovsky...minimalist glamour.

 

                                                   Photography Via Azadeh Shladovsky's website

 

The iranian born Los Angeles based designer  Azadeh Shladovsky 's Fur­ni­ture Col­lec­tion (May 2012 issue of Elle Dec­o­ra­tion) fea­tures nat­ural, organic forms and mate­ri­als imbued with a sleek glam­our. The debut-collection is cur­rently on dis­play at Jean de Merry in Los Angeles.

 

A self-proclaimed “mate­ri­als junkie”, the Iranian-born Los Ange­les based Shladovsky has the eye of a mod­ernist archi­tect and the finesse of a fine jeweler. Her Torre stool is a work of art – the hum­ble stump trans­formed into a func­tional work of art with the addi­tion of sim­ple but strik­ing lin­ear brass inlays. “I couldn’t pos­si­bly, in my wildest dreams, cre­ate some­thing that had as much inter­est and depth as this piece of wood”, Shladovsky remarks, whilst run­ning her fin­gers across the top of the nat­u­rally creviced oak block that is the basis of her Torre stool.

 

The nine-piece col­lec­tion is pared down, but rich with con­trast­ing tex­tures. A ­cock­tail table is con­structed of stacked oak four-by-fours wrapped with nickel bands. A bench mixes Amer­i­can rose­wood, painted brass, and cush­ions made from clouds of Patag­on­ian long-hair sheep­skin. The same exu­ber­ant uphol­stery tops metal stools and maple ottomans that wouldn’t have been out of place in Jean Harlow’s boudoir. A col­lec­tion which mar­ries time­less refine­ment with rus­tic elements.

 

Draw­ing inspi­ra­tion from Cy Twombly, Yves Saint Lau­rent, and Le Cor­busier, Shlad­ovsky treats furniture-making as an artis­tic pur­suit. “Doing away with excess is what’s rel­e­vant now,” she says. “I’m not inter­ested in con­tribut­ing to the land­fill. We can live sim­pler lives with fewer pieces that are more meaningful.”

 

 

 

 

Mercuro B Cotto... underlying sensuality .

Moscow-based photographer Mercuro B Cotto captures sensual women within the flow of their surroundings....

                           

                                             “Mermaid” by Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

 The women in his images seem to lose bits of identity as Cotto transforms them into natural objects or forms within the architecture and scenes. There is an underlying sensuality, a sense of romance or emotion that is conveyed through the softness of light and tone. Though the majority of his images are staged and cinematic, there is a fluidity to each image that feels extremely natural. Cotto is able to capture a graceful and timeless elegance through his investigation of the harmony of nature with the feminine human form."  -Via Katie Hosmer

Ode to the naked beauty

"...With chaste heart, and pure
eyes

I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music..."

-Pablo Neruda

  

                                                  Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

Ode to the naked beauty

"...It is not so much light that falls
over the world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as brightness, pouring itself out of you,
as if you were
burning inside.
Under your skin the moon is alive ."
 - Pablo Neruda

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 by Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

 Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

 Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

 Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

© All rights reserved

 

 

                                              Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved

Absence

"... We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us..."

-Pablo Neruda 

Always

 I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!       

- Pablo Neruda

                                                               

Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

"...She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death." 

-Pablo Neruda

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