#Pauline sofa

[mcpirita]

Pierre Paulin’s Dune Sofa is made for living

A couple of years ago, Frank Ocean posted a selfie of himself laid out on a huge diamond-latticed sofa—electric blue, with peaks and valleys. The couch called the Dune, was conceptualized by the late interior designer @paulinpaulinpaulin in the early 1970s and is today considered a masterpiece.

In an interview before his passing in 2009, Paulin shared that the concepts failure to go into production was his biggest regret, as he believed it may have changed furniture norms and types. It wasn’t until 2014 that the couch was brought to life—with help from Louis Vuitton—as part of a stewardship initiative called the Pierre Paulin Program, formed by the designer’s family to revive his old works.

PPP produces just a handful of Dunes a year with every new model made to Paulin’s original, exacting specifications. “They’re handmade on-demand by artisans in the south of France,” says Paulin’s son, Benjamin who now keeps his fathers vision alive. “It’s a very small production, it’s complicated to make, it’s not made to be industrialised. We work a bit like a gallery and I can honestly say that I know everyone who owns a Dune.”

Each of the modules in Paulin's Dune collection cost around €4000. Once you have a set, there are various ways you can arrange the modular pieces together. Some iterations are ideal for entertaining, like one with a table surface nestled between two raised mounds. Benjamin says the best set-up is 25 units as he has displayed in his own home, which also doubles as the PPP showroom. “You can be 1-10 people sitting here, whether it’s with the kids reading books or enjoying as a movie room.”

Paulin says his father’s intention was to change the world by producing furniture that could bring joy to people’s lives and create happy moments together. “He just wanted people to be comfortable, secure, and happy to just live in his designs.” Today, the Dune continues to make good times nearly 60 years on. “My father was in his 30s when he created these pieces, so it’s amazing to see people the same age today having an immediate understanding of the piece.”

#art #magazine #fashion #sofa #pierre paulin #Dune sofa #frank ocean #Pauline sofa #furniture #interior design #living room #joey bada$$ #amine #heron preston #daniel caesar #disign #home decor #home lifestyle

[indeedgoodman]

#couch #sofa #dune sofa #pierre paulin #furniture #interior #interiors #interiordecor #interior design #interiorstyling #style #home decor #decor #interior decor #decoration

[slaterinc]

dune sofa in white by pierre pailin

#pierre paulin #dune sofa #interior #interior design #architecture #internet archive #artwork #art

[fashionlandscapeblog]

curated_spaces

#design #sofa #lamp #interior #interior design #furniture design #pierre paulin #vladimir kagan

[amorproximi]

#pierre paulin #design #industrial design #sofa

[almostarts]

Pierre Paulin’s “ABCD” Sofa for Artifort,

This coveted Pierre Paulin three-seat sofa from the F260 series also known as "ABCD” designed for Artifort in 1968, was inspired by the organic shapes of an egg carton. 

Iconic French designer Paulin was a pioneer in the 1960s and 70s design world often drawing inspiration from naturalistic shapes. 

The sofa is made of a wood frame on chrome casted wheels, steel and foam interior structure and reupholstered by The Somerset House with Dedar Milano “Karakorum” Boucle.

W.92.5 in x H.21.5 in x D.28.5 in (W.234.95 cm x H.54.61 cm x D.72.39 cm)

#art #design #sofa #seat #furniture #pierre paulin #ABCD #artifort #midcentury #mid century #1968 #eggcarton #iconic #dedar #somerset house #california #boucle

[ulfgbohlin]

via www.1stdibs.com - Pierre Paulin Pumpkin Sofa.

#pierre paulin #pumpkin sofa

[sorrysomethingwentwrong]

Harry Nuriev, ‘The Trash Bag Sofa, 2022,’

Leather, Dimensions Variable,

Courtesy: Harry Nuriev and Crosby Studios / Photograph: Pauline Shapiro

#art #design #designmiami #furniture #sofa #seat #trash #bag #leather #trashbag #surreal #harry nuriev #crosby studio #pauline shapiro #luxurylifestyle

[youjustwaitsunshine]

nobody asked but i feel the urge to say it again, maximalist interior design/architecture bitches who talk shit about brutalism and bauhaus are just afraid that once they're stripped of all their colorful mismatched knickknacks they will find out that they have no actual personality to speak of and need to hide that behind their collection of thrifted candleholders, anyways start talking to me once you've dusted off all the shit on your shelves, oh wait, by the time you're through with that it's basically time to start that all over again you fucking zebra printed sisyphus

#idk what i am even saying here #i saw an insta reel that was probably a tiktok that infuriated me #hello nice to meet you i am pauline and i have very strong opinions on design also i would kill for a le corbusier chair + sofa of my own #(just to be clear maximalism done right is cute and all but dont talk to me about those tasteless mfs who have no idea of good design) #i just think that bauhaus #AND IN THE SAME VEIN I ALSO THINK THAT BLAUER REITER

[kingknull]

PIERRE PAULIN - DUNE SOFA (1970)

#pierre paulin #aesthetics #dune sofa #interiors

[thebetawolfgirl]

The Chanel Ribbon: The Wedding

Word count: 1,858

Pairing: Timmy x reader

Summary: Timmy finally marries the woman of his dreams.

Warnings: SMUT! And just pure joy, a bit of laughter and a bit of teary eyed sweetness!

The Chanel Ribbon: The Wedding

Timothée had finally proposed to his beloved y/n and they finally engaged from last month. They were sitting at home discussing wedding plans while laying on the sofa. It was proving to be difficult, because both sides of the respective families all had their opinions and suggestions about what kind of wedding they should have. One of y/n’s cousins thought they should have a big lavish wedding, an old aunt thought they should get married in a church, but although Timmy was half Christian on his dad’s side he didn’t practice.

So they had shut the curtains, switched off the phones and laptops and any other form of communication and shut everyone out.

They were currently talking about their all time favourite movie, as a break from the wedding talk.

‘We should’ve just eloped as soon as we got engaged.’ Timmy suddenly joked from his spot behind her.

Y/n chuckled but her head suddenly began to spin with ideas.

‘You’re hilarious Chalamet, but your mother would kill you.’

‘True. And if Pauline would help bury my body’ he got up asking if she wanted anything from the kitchen he shook her head no going back to her magazine.

But when he disappeared she quickly messaged Mark and asked him to do some things for her. It was a long shot but if anyone could help her with this particular thing it was his father. She sent the message and got a response almost instantly. She wrote down the information given and put it away until she perfected her plan.

Timmy came back in with some snacks and cans of soda and she smiled. ‘I said I didn’t need anything’

‘Yes but if I had just came back with snacks for me you would’ve be eating them all’ she rolled his eyes and grabbed a bag of chips.

‘Listen, I was just thinking, let’s go away for a few days. Just us, you’ll be doing SNL soon then we won’t have time. I think a few days off will be good.’

He nodded as he turned on the tv pulling her against him. ‘That’s actually a good idea, where abouts were you thinking?’

‘Hmm… How about France? Just to get away from all this stress and we can just relax.’ She looked at him nodding while watching tv.

‘We could get our own villa, with a swimming pool and I could wear that new bathing suit I bought.’

His head snapped towards her his entire attention on his fiancée now. ‘I haven’t had the chance to wear it for you with all of this going on.’

‘Uh-huh’ He watched crawl closer to him.

‘I could bring it and I could try it on-‘

‘I’ll book the tickets now’ she smiled as he grabbed his phone and started looking for early flights to France. The snacks were forgotten on the coffee table as he concentrated on his phone.

She went to move off him and he looked up frowning and whined like an injured puppy. ‘Heyyy’ he made to drag her back but she moved away. ‘I need to pack and I’ll let your parents and sister know we’re taking a few days off, then I’m all yours.’ She walked past him kissing him on the head as she did and hopped upstairs quickly texting Pauline telling her everything about her idea and for her and her parents to meet them at the exact location. Nicole called in tears saying it was such a kind and beautiful thing to do for Timmy and that he would love it. Mark called just to say ‘Thank you y/n, for doing this for my son.’

A few days later they arrived in France and it was beautiful weather despite it being August. Timmy was confused as to why y/n asked him to bring a shirt and tie and his good blazer. ‘Because we may go out to a nice restaurant and you can’t go out in your usual jeans and hoodie Timmy’ Timmy agreed reluctantly and reminded himself y/n was rarely wrong about this kind of thing and this would be the first step in obeying everything his wife wanted.

Their time in France was beautiful, they ate amazing food they visited all of the tourist attractions and Timmy even took her to where he spent his summers. They made love in the evening and she did try on that bikini and he ended up taking her right there in the swimming pool.

They ended up staying longer than intended, one day y/n wanted to go to this little village in the French countryside which Timmy found odd because there was hardly anything in it. She had told him to wear his suit and she wore his favourite dress the simple one he had bought her.

They reached the small village and they stopped in front of an old church, Timmy looked at it confused and looked back at y/n who was smiling at him.

‘Y/n, where are we?’

‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’

She spoke softly holding his hand.

‘This is the church your grandmother married your grandfather in.’

Timmy gasped and his eyes widened before filling with tears.

‘I wanted your grandmother to be with us when we got married.’

He looked back at the old church before grabbing y/n by the back of her neck and crashing his lips to hers and kissed her as the tears fell from his eyes. He broke the kiss and whispered ‘Thank you.’

She smiled nodding and took his hand leading him towards the church where his parents and his sister were waiting for them along with y/n’s parents and sister. As soon as Timmy saw his parents he rushed over to them burying his face in his mother’s shoulder sobbing gently. ‘Mama’

Y/n new he missed his grandmother dearly so it felt right to get married in the same church she did.

Timmy moved from his parents embrace and hugged his sister before turning to his future in-laws and hugging them.

After the greetings and preparations Timmy stood at the alter waiting for his bride. This was better than any lavish wedding and the fact y/n did all of this for him, in memory of his beloved grandmother sealed his confidence that this woman, this incredible beautiful woman would be his and only his. He would watch her soar with her music and they would support each other and have that happy ever after.

They exchanged their vows in French and sealed their bond with a kiss and walked up the aisle husband and wife. Equals.

They had a small private meal at their favourite in Paris and then went back to the villa. Timmy asked both families if they wanted to stay with them but they already got somewhere to stay. Y/n’s parents were staying with the Chalamet’s at the family villa.

They all bid their goodbyes and the happy couple went back alone.

Y/n smiled as she knew Timmy just wanted to get her back to the villa to have her to himself.

Her theory was proved right as soon as the front door was locked he shoved her against it and attacked her mouth.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her bridal style upstairs to their bedroom and shut the door with his foot before setting her down.

She reached for him sliding his jacket from his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, he pulled her against him by her waist and buried his face in her neck and whispered ‘Wife’

Her breath caught in her throat and she whispered back ‘Husband’

A choked gasp escaped his throat and he groaned against her neck nipping her shoulder, they shed their clothes quickly and she pushed him gently to sit on the bed before climbing on to his lap.

The place was in darkness but he could feel her fingers trailing along his chest as she made to push him backwards, but he flipped her over so she was underneath and began kissing and nipping her lips before moving down her throat and all the way down.

She took a deep breath as she felt him at her thigh and heard him gasp and smirked. She had tied around her thigh the Chanel Ribbon instead of the traditional lace garter. She heard him groan and felt the ribbon being pulled off her leg and suddenly see him above her ‘You’re so bad’ he still had the ribbon in his mouth and she took it from between his teeth before wrapping it around his neck and tying it in a bow around his throat

‘Oh’ he breathed out softly at the feel of the satin around his neck and she grinned at his surprise.

‘You can proceed now’

He looked at her through the dark with wide eyes in shock before he dove down and began devouring her holding her legs open as she cried out and gripped his curls.

He began moving his tongue up and down her bundle of nerves before poking his tongue inside of her making her slam her hand against the railing above her head.

She knew she would have bruises where he was holding her hips down as he went down on her and she didn’t care.

She was close to coming and so pulled on his hair to bring him back up and dragged him to her by the ribbon around his throat smirking when he gasped. He groaned as he flipped them onto his back and kissed her hard before letting her sit up and sink down on him, they both groaned and started moving together. She untied the ribbon and pulled on both ends with her hand pulling him slightly and smirked as he grunted in surprise. She leaned down and met his lips and they kissed passionately as they rode each other hard.

Timmy held onto her digging his fingers into the skin of her back leaving scratches and slamming his hips against hers meeting her force before rolling them over and burying his face into her neck. His arms were trapped around her shoulders underneath and he could feel her dragging her nails down his back. He growled out against her neck at the sting of her nails and grabbed the bed railing using it for leverage and slammed into her harder, hearing her small gasps against his shoulder ‘T-Tim- I’m-‘

She cut off and arched into him as he thrust a few more times before coming with her his hand sliding down the headboard as they breathed heavily against each other.

After catching their breathes they lay in bed together and he played with their entwined fingers as she lay her head on his shoulder. He looked at their wedding rings and smiled softly as they glowed in the dim light of the moon shining through the open window.

‘This was just the beginning’ was Timmy’s last thought before he fell asleep in her arms!

@sufferingstarlight

@kteezy997

@lixzey

@gatoenlaciudad

#lil timmy tim #timothèe chalamet #timothée hal chalamet #timmy fanfics #timothée x reader #timothee chalamet smut

[vrtlworld]

Dune sofa designed by Pierre Paulin

Instagram @vrtlworld

#archive #vrtlworld #fashion #hip hop #aesthetic #drip too hard #archive fashion #a$ap rocky #hypebeast #2000s fashion #playboi carti #early 2000s #kanye west #kanye #lil uzi vert #streetwear #asap rocky #carti #lil yachty #asap mob

[formlab]

Three-seat 'ABCD' sofa by Pierre Paulin for Artifort, 1968

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Ross Hates This (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

It feels like it's been a while since I posted here, that won't do!

Also, there are three references to Buffy scenes in this. I haven't watched the show, but Spike is both really cool and very Lisgoe-coded

CONTENT WARNINGS: Making out and Gainsgoe get thrown about (it's OK they like it)

Ross hates Lisgoe more than almost anything else (except maybe Pauline). That isn’t surprising, anyone that’s seen the two of them can tell that they aren’t the kind of people that become friends

And Ross hates him

He hates his foul mouth. It’s a mystery, honestly, how that man can’t go two sentences without dropping profanity. Does he really have no other way to express himself? A way that’s less aggressive and more sensible. Clearly not, much to Ross’ chagrin

He hates his clothes. Mostly black, leather, denim, sometimes band shirts. His work uniform is similar, but he throws a blazer on to look “professional”. Ross tells himself he’s too old to dress like a wannabe rockstar. They aren’t necessarily skin-tight, but they cling. Wrapping around his body and left every angle, every juncture, well-outlined. Especially when Lisgoe puts one, or both, hands on his hips, pushing his jacket out of the way to expose more of his lean frame

He hates that he smokes. While he doesn’t have an addiction, Ross has watched Lisgoe smoke whenever he’s been in the mood to do so. And, despite having done it the odd few times himself in moments of extreme stress, he thinks it’s nasty. At least Lisgoe has the decency to roll his own cigarettes when he comes over. Nimble fingers spreading tobacco along a thin strip, knuckles shifting as he rolls and his tongue teasing up the side to seal it. Cigarette between his fingers, lips around the end, it’s as if he owns the place. He tilts his head back and sighs gently through slightly parted lips, puffing toxic smoke into the air

His throat is slender

Ross also hates that Lisgoe just asks him to come over out of the blue

Yet he never wants to say no, and he never does. In fact, their time together has steadily started to become more frequent. Again, he never says anything when he receives  an invite. Nor does he turn Lisgoe away when he shows up at his door

Not even when he bangs on the door and, without even saying hello, goes “did you take my lighter?”

“Why would I take your lighter?”

“Because I gave it to you and you never gave it back.”

“And why would you give it to me?”

“Ross, I’m not a fucking convict. I don’t need questioning, just give me back my lighter.”

“I don’t have it!”

Lisgoe barges his way in and starts turning the house inside out for this damn lighter

One that he isn’t going to find at this rate

The lighter that, for reasons he doesn’t care to admit to himself, is currently in Ross’ back pocket

“Tearing my house to pieces won’t get your little zippo back.”

“That little zippo’s going right up your arse if you don’t help me look.”

“For someone that isn’t addicted to smoking, you’re quite attached to that thing.”

“It’s fucking engraved! Cost me 25 quid, I want it back and I know you have it!”

Leaning against the doorway of the living room, Ross folds his arms and watches as Lisgoe starts throwing pillows off the sofa

He’s got such a temper on him... Ross can’t help but chuckle

That’s when Lisgoe’s focus snaps onto him

Damn that man and his hearing

“Is something funny?”

No response

Lisgoe grits his teeth and strides over, standing directly in front of him. His  volume lowers and his voice comes out breathy and sharp

“Where’s my fucking lighter, Ross?”

Ross hates the way his eyes stab through his chest, wringing his insides and pinning him in place

“I don’t have your lighter.”

They don’t stop staring at each other. It’s like Lisgoe is forcing himself into his mind, dragging out every thought

Ross hopes he isn’t, for many reasons

When he tries to walk away, he finds his waist being grabbed tightly, with the palm of Lisgoe’s other hand pressing into the space above his head. Even though there’s only around two inches between them, Lisgoe manages to look down at him

Again. Stillness

Ross has no idea what Lisgoe’s thinking. No idea what he might do. The swirling in his stomach that gives him is one he could really do without

The hand on his hip rips itself away and, before Ross can ask what’s happening, it plunges into his back pocket, groping and rummaging through it

He hates that it makes him gasp softly

He also despises seeing Lisgoe raise his eyebrows, holding up the lighter

“Why would I take your lighter, Joseph?” He mocked “I don’t have it!” He stuffs it back into his own pocket “What the fuck did that achieve then? Wanted to make me look like a twat?”

Ross just looks at him with a steely expression, refusing to let him feel as though he was getting to him

In the silence, Lisgoe’s eyes drag up and down him, then he smiles. As if he has him all worked out

Ross tries to focus on the knot in his stomach, which does more harm than good

“Back pocket.” Lisgoe’s head tilted to the side, speaking in a demeaning tone “Bit slutty, if you ask me.” He put his lighter into his own pocket, then stuck his hand in Ross’, letting his palm rest there “Could’ve gotten a handful-“

“Are you leaving?”

“-unless that’s what you wanted.”

“I said ‘are you leaving’.”

“I will. At some point.”

Ross rodd his eyes with a frustrated tut. His head is muttering about the arrogance of this man when he feels his hips being moved forward, then slammed aggressively into the wall. The groan of pain that followed is cut short by a grab to his chin

“Don’t tut at me.”

Not sure of what else to do in retaliation, Ross just shoves Lisgoe against the other side of the doorway. He instantly finds himself being pushed off, then dragged by the arm and flung against the pillow thrown onto the floor prior

By now, Ross has scrambled onto his back and adjusted his glasses, his eyes dragging up the legs either side of his hips until they meet the smug face of Joseph Lisgoe

If he could speak, he’d tell him... that’s the thing, he knows that he wouldn’t even tell him to leave

Feeling the other man straddle his waist, Ross tried to grab for his hands as they came towards him. They stayed there, scuffling, for a few seconds until Lisgoe managed to grab onto his wrists and slam them into the ground

“Admit it, Ross.”

Again, Ross says nothing. He just stares

“Admit,” Lisgoe lips quirk into a cocky smirk “that you took my £25 lighter and hid it in your back pocket just so I’d touch you.”

“Didn’t expect you to grab for it. Didn’t even expect you to find it.”

That arrogant look doesn’t falter for a moment

“So you just wanted an excuse to see me again.”

“Don’t make me out to be some obsessed teenage girl.”

“Would you rather I treated you like a cheap slut?”

Why now? Why are my insides knotting now?

“You’re a pain in the backside, Joseph, you know that, right?”

“I could be.”

Ross rolls his eyes again, resulting in his chin being grabbed again, then Lisgoe’s hand moving down to hold his throat

He knows he has to hate something about this, but his head is fuzzing and his body’s getting warmer and warmer. So, needless to say, he isn’t thinking as rationally as he’d have liked

“We always end up like this, don’t we?” Lisgoe’s voice becomes enticingly soft “Endless loop, really. You can say you hate me all you want, but we both know where that goes.”

Ross wants to deny it, but he can feel heat tearing through his body and seeding his mind with impure thoughts

“I never said I hated you. I just can’t stand you sometimes. Like now, for example.”

“I know. You can’t stand my swearing, can’t stand my clothes, can’t stand my voice,” he leans down until his lips brush against Ross “can’t stand how good it feels when I touch you, can’t stand when I kiss you so hard you can’t speak afterwards.”

It’s clear as day, what he wants, but Ross would hate to give it to him so quickly. Using his leg to propel himself, he manages to switch their positions and stand up

They stare at each other

Ross heads for the kitchenette, back to Lisgoe as he makes his way at a leisurely pace

Suddenly, he feels the back of his neck being grabbed and his whole body being flung against the surface of it. As he turns around and sits on the counter, Lisgoe’s hand shoves at his chest, pinning him down

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

“Out of the blue, don’t you think? ‘Specially after throwing me about like a ragdoll.”

“You’re my favourite toy, what can I say?”

Ross feels a hand hook under his knee and pull his leg up into a bend before travelling to grab his thigh. He wishes his breathy whimper hadn’t given him away so much

“You know, you’re not as tough as you think you are.”

Lisgoe’s eyes narrowed and his head twitched slightly

“S’cuse me?”

“You come in, stomping about like you’re somebody, when we both know you’re not always in control.” He sits up, eyes flicking to Lisgoe’s lips as their breathing intertwines “Could pop you like a champagne bottle, drain you, then watch you shatter.”

Ross watches the way Lisgoe closes his eyes, his jaw tightening as he exhales. When their eyes met again, he runs his tongue along his teeth, pressing his body closer

“And I could snap every bone in your body like twigs and you’d beg me to hurt you just that little bit more.”

Not that he wants to be the one to give in, but the fizzing sensation becomes unbearable and he grabs Lisgoe’s shirt and wrenches him towards him

Their bodies rock together as Ross tries not to let himself get lost in the kiss, something he always finds himself doing

Don’t get distracted by his voice

Don’t get distracted by his lips

Don’t get distracted by his dry wit

His intense eyes

His nimble hands

His strong shoulders

A hand threads through Ross’ hair and another grabs his hip, controlling his movements as the kiss deepens

“Mph... mhm... ... mm-mhm...”

It drives Ross mad, truly insane, the way Lisgoe sounds. His tone is direct, his accent so inexplicably satisfying, but it’s these moments, where it becomes breathy and soft, where his realise how monumentally screwed he was

“Joseph,” his voice was barely above a whisper “this- a-ah... this can’t keep happening.”

“Hm, d’ya wanna stop then?”

Ross answers a little too quickly, but he doesn't care. By now, pretense was pointless

“I’d hate to be kept waiting.”

#ross gaines #joseph lisgoe #gainsgoe #gainesgoe #league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Atelier MKD

#interior design #interior #design #modern home #midcentury furniture #pierre paulin #minimal home #home design #living room #coffee table #sofa

[amorproximi]

#design #industrial design #pierre paulin #sofa