Relatively fresh on the heels of our presentation of ‘Rugthko‘ comes another collection of artistic textilic wallhangings from the stylish and fashionable (rugs, carpets or otherwise) firm of cc-tapis. Designed by Studiopepe for cc-tapis for the 2016 Salone del Mobile, each of the wallhangings in this collection is evocative of an archetypical human form. By way of illustration:
‘Quadro Celeste #65′ as shown above reminds of a bearded gentlemen without mustache, such as widely recognizable former United States’ President Abraham Lincoln. If you’re not a fan of politics however and prefer the sublime elegance of a woman in a simple black and white cocktail dress either of following two (2) may be more suited to your tastes.
Perhaps a teenager, perhaps a bridesmaid after one, two, many, margaritas, perhaps a debutant on a notorious yet memorable ‘walk of shame’. Regardless, ‘#1372’ with its fringed ‘bodice’ presents a more casual haggard aesthetic, whereas ‘#1975’ brings the crisp lines, freshness, and just so tailoring one associates with more couture garments. ‘#1975’ is dressed to the nines as is said, and to further the analogy would look simply stunning hung against a vibrant red wall. And while certainly not mundane, the timeless appeal and abundant use of black and white in fashion and interior design can lend a certain pedestrian feel unless it is further accented with various accoutrements, such as…
A glorious sash!! ‘One does want a hint of colour after all.’ to quote Albert Goldman from the 1996 film ‘The Birdcage’. Imagine the simple light red (pink) bands and long pile as a ‘sash’ if you will, tied around the waist of this beautiful lady; its vintage 1950s vibe – sans poodle – reminiscent of a more carefree and less complicated era. If the colours don’t transport you to the fifties, perhaps the form reminds of something more Iberian in origin.
The final wallhanging is bold in design and colouration, conjuring many possibilities in the minds of the artistic and creative viewer. From my Maritime perspective nothing is more top of mind than that of a kilted Scottish gent, replete with a glorious vibrant red sporran. I can almost hear the bagpipes now.