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Hanging lamp made from a single pallet cube generating a warm light

He had never thought about it. It was a small, insignificant thing, and yet it must have been there all the time. It pervaded every inch of his life gracefully but discreetly, giving no indication that it was there in the background, hidden, but real. He had never given it...


Hanging lamp characterised by a single recessed spotlight in the lower end

Rhythmical dancing with ceaselessly moving arms and legs supported by the power of sound. Lights and shadows of a warm night spangled with stars with marvellous faces. Colours and scents blend in a mystic embrace and earth quivers at the energy of nature. With virgin gaze we watch the ritual...


A lamp of titanic size hangs in space. The soft lighting is directed upwards and accentuates the structure of the pallet.

Perhaps you hear the sound of majestic elegance, delicate presence, sublime grandeur? Perhaps it has the smell of the primrose in the morning, and the taste of the purest and finest dark chocolate What happens when man learns from nature? Perhaps he celebrates its endless light, exalts its source, carves...


Hanging lamp with an internal space designed to hold plants/flowers, like a verdant island in the air. A warm blanket of light illuminates the space below. The dominant colours are leafy green and pale wood; the green is seen again in the colour of the electric cable, with which it blends in.

Perhaps it isn’t there. It’s probably hidden in the dreams and emerges for a few short hours now and then, to get itself talked about. Its fame goes before it, but what skilled mariner can reach its magical shores? Perhaps a child who loves the moon, or an artful storyteller....

Millenium Light-On

Like some spaceship from outer space parked in the living room, two blue lights on either side add a sci-fi quality. Within, a warm light delicately picks out the structure of the pallet.

It plays in the uncertain present, runs along the confines of time. The future wants everything for itself. It launches into the unknown to pierce the veil and let astonishment through. The wonder of magic that becomes technology, announcing the endlessly updated story of things now out of date. And...


Pallet coffee table. The use of glass as a surface allows the play of light to be seen enhancing the material of the wood.

Intelligent thinking by the man who knows he never has to choose between beauty and function. Or compensate for one or the other, like jealous lovers, fascinating as they are different. The irreconcilable is always opportunity, the constant challenge that fires the spirit and creates masterpieces. Transparent complementarity, oxymoron of...


Low coffee table. An ideal TV stand, thanks to the ease with which the cables can be hidden inside it. The wheels provide easy mobility despite its weight. The gravitas of the downward light and the weight of the structure confer apparent immobility.

Serenity is enclosed in a space delimited by certainties. The length, height and depth of the soul. It is the three-dimensionality of life that gives us peace when it comes into our world and settles down in our routine. What can the preoccupations of the day do against the reassuring...


The mirror is positioned in the centre of the pallet and an LED bar is set in the upper plank. The lower plank and the cubes on either side serve as shelves.

“Yearnings. Yearnings of my mirror.” Beauty made familiar by the magic of eternal youth, by the dream of material that never dies. Like a magic that turns things into what they are and reveals its shaping of nature, leaves the material in the form of the material itself. In the...


Wall lamp, a single light source giving a soft, warm effect around it. The lamp is pointed upwards, thereby creating a clear reflection on the ceiling.

“He was fashioned a wondrous monster, and was not like a man that lives by bread, but like a wooded peak of lofty mountains, which stands out to view alone, apart from the rest.” (Homer, The Odyssey, Book 9, lines 187-192.) Translation by A. T. Murray) They tell the story...