If you’ve been reading this blog for more than five minutes, then it’s no secret that I have a special place in my heart for animals. And brass. And especially for brass animals. I do own a sparkly little guy named Brian who brings me joy whenever I spy his upturned hooves from across the room, where he patiently defends his territory from the sometimes loving, occasionally psychotic embraces of a toddler who shares mama’s love for four legged creatures.
That’s why when I saw this, I almost lost my marbles.
The home of Lauren Santo Domingo, via A Dreamer’s Den.
Holy Claude and Francois-Xavier Lalanne! You know how you can just muddle through life — just get by somehow — and on the surface things are good, but there’s always this little piece of you deep down inside that senses something is missing? This is what’s missing from my life. I need a hippo bar.
While I’m self diagnosing my internal weaknesses, I think this is missing, too.
Via Little Augury.
Do you see that magnificent creature, with its furtive bestial head that says, Push me! Pull me! Also, its splendiferous practicality is not to be ignored. It’s a desk. The Lalannes were nothing if not captains of industry.
Practical, yes — but you have to admire their sense of humor. If dear old Francois were alive today, I’m sure he would have enjoyed Portlandia’s cheeky advice to just put a bird on it. Birds make everything better.
I firmly believe the Lalannes were also responsible for the mouton movement, and here les moutons are lovingly ensconced next to a watering hole. So thoughtful of the designers. Stuffed animals have needs, too.
But in all fairness, my heart belongs to the bronze pieces, because I never met a bit of bling I didn’t want to take home to meet daddy. Put a Lalanne alligator chair beneath a Francis Bacon painting and you have one of my favorite pairings of all time. This picture is so good that it just blew my mind up, and if I have one axon and dendrite left to fire up the old synapses and finish this round up, then I’ll be amazed…
Thank you, Claude and Francois Xavier Lalanne — you are entirely responsible for blowing almost all of my neural circuitry, but it was worth it.
Good luck working after all that mind blowing awesomeness.