By Francesco Binfaré, Edra
Located in Cascina, Pisa
An original typology for a sofa contained in only fourteen centimetres of depth, that renews the traditional concept of sitting, and multiplies performance. The sleek shape of the upholstered base offers nine parts that can each recline at six different angles. Each one can be used at will as backrest, armrest, headrest, seat or footrest. Several possible upholstery solutions, in white leather.
Back covers in Lycra.
The separate and differentiated inclination of each part enhances their synergy. The versatility that offers new expressions to the concept of relaxation. Anatomical dynamism that evolves to satisfy new desires. Single sofa. daybed for two. Workspace, when almost completely horizontal. Conversation spot for a group of people. Multi-functionality that allows different uses.
The frame consists of 128 steel parts and 16 special hinges. Padding in polyurethane with 184 parts with different densities to respond homogeneously to the functioning of the structure completely enclosed in the fourteen centimetres of depth. Assembled by hand. Frame in tubular steel. Base in brushed and chromed metal. Feet covered with tips in scratchproof aluminium and rubber. Foam padding in flexible and breathable polyurethane, used in different percentages.
In a very good condition
“Flap: the wings of a white angel”
That’s where it all began: the fallen angel exhibition.
I hoped that something would eventually drag me out of the funk I was in as I watched those lonely people sitting on a 7 or 8 seat modular sofa. Or from the sense of utter uselessness, I felt when the sofa turned out to be too small to accommodate the hordes of friends and relatives who had come for a family gathering or an office party.
The days and months passed, and suddenly it was late September 1999. In my dream, I was looking down on a rolling red plain, like one of those gorgeous photos of deserts. All at once, a downpour of black rain started to fall from a yellow sky, first flooding shallow valleys, then rising higher and higher until the entire area was submerged.
Just a sliver of land rose above the tarry black surface. In my dream, I felt like a powerless god, in a state of unbearable anguish, when the rain abruptly stopped and I awoke. The first words I said to myself were: Freedom, that's what it is! Yes! Freedom is what's left.
Freedom emerging like a lucky island of red earth.
I got up, in that typically fuzzy, Sunday-morning trance. I made myself a cup of tea, took a pair of scissors and a sheet of paper, and cutout the shape I had seen in my dream. I decided to call it: La langue rouge.
Francesco Binfaré.
Category
Early 2000s Italian Other Francesco Binfaré Daybeds