Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec Designer of the year The Breton brothers’ diverse output last year was elegant and modern.
They created modular pavilions for the Tuileries Garden, commissioned by Galerie Kreo and Emerige, while outdoor pieces for Kettal and Hay and tables and chairs for Vitra (pictured, above) all married archetypal shapes with a contemporary aesthetic.
We love the fact that the Bouroullecs went back to first principles and really thought hard about how we use TVs these days.
Rather than trying to make it disappear, they’ve designed a quite individual piece of furniture, which happens to show moving images.
In fact, there were more trees inside the show venue than there are in most Milan parks.
The runway, though, was devoted to protective, in-the-field gear with a high-end luxury bent; the best of which was Harris tweed-inspired, mud-coloured wool coats that sprouted reptilian scales and were slickened with a glossy finish.
This ambitious project – ten different buildings, housing a selection of modern and contemporary art, sprawled like a labyrinth across 19,000 sq m – features an intriguing assortment of different styles, spatial sizes, creative themes and time periods, not to mention a cinema, and a café designed by film director Wes Anderson.
In the works for more than a decade, the art complex, located on a former industrial site in Milan, lives up to the hype that has swirled around it.
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