Table Gun Lamp, Chrome by Philippe Starck for Flos

Designed for Flos in 2005, the gun collection by Philippe Starck can be interpreted in numerous ways, all of which we will leave to the end user or passionate starckie. whatever the case, the end result was finished to the point of superlative conceptual unity, right down to the black fabric cord and in line dimmer and silk screened internal finish on the lamps.

"Happiness is a hot gun" is impressed around the base of this model.

Condition:
Brand New

Dimensions:
6.3" dia x 16.8" h. uses a 1 x 75W HA (included). dimmer.

Explanations:
The gold of the weapons represents
the collusion between money and war
Table Gun symbolises the East
Bed Side Gun symbolises Europe
Lounge Gun stands for the West
The black shade signifies death
The crosses on the inside are to remind us
of our dead ones.

words of philippe starck on 'guns collection'
lamps for flos, 2005

To Life, To Death

First there were attempts at life, then the draft
of life, then Life itself.
It didn't have much value - life and death altogether.
It was something of an accident, without importance.
But Mankind kept working. A lot.
A civilisation was crafted so that Life could live.
Sublime by obligation, Life became sacred,
untouchable. The great, beautiful Life, guaranteed
to everyone, surged und survived until today,
the 21st century, the third millennium, the advent
of civilised civilisation.
Bravo! Rest in peace.
Crash! It's never what you think.
After just a short period of enlightenment,
the shadows return, fast, dense and menacing.
Rewind, death is at the door.
Nowadays we kill - religiously, militarily, civilly,
indeed very civilly sometimes. We kill out of ambition,
out of greed, for the fun of it or of the show.
Republics turn bananas. Tyrant are our masters,
Designed, manufactured, sold, dreamed, purchased
and used, weapons are our new icons.
Our lives are only worth a bullet.
The Guns Collection is nothing but a sign
of the times.
We get the symbols we deserve.
Happiness is a hot gun.
Glory to our dictators
To Life, To Death