DRIADE NEMO CHAIR 2010 DESIGN BY FABIO NOVEMBRE
DRIADE NEMO DESIGN BY FABIO NOVEMBRE
Nemo, presented for
the first time during Salone del Mobile 2010, is the manifestation of a design
that enhances human figure and was proposed as a face with classic lineaments
that reveals an inner seating element. A human figure capable of becoming
abstract and universal, able to propose a mythologized beauty as in ancient
Greek art.
In its new version,
the Nemo chair is enhanced using metalic powder coating: iron, bronze and
copper.
In 2010 it happens
that the name Nemo immediately evokes the little fish protagonist of the Pixar
Movie in 2003. If this question had been asked in the end of the XIX century
probably the answer would have been the Captain Nemo protagonist of the book
written by Jules Verne in 1870: twenty thousand leagues under the sea. Going
further in time, in a classical era around the 800 b.C, Nemo should have been
the name chosen by Odisseo to deceive Polifemo the cyclops of the Homer epic
poem.
Ulisse, used to
disguise, declares that his name is Nemo, no-one in order to escape from
certain death: the destruction of the personality under the survival instinct.
Despite I deeply feel a man of my era, the greek origins of my native land make me associate Nemo to Odisseo. The name become a mask used to hide the identity. Mask that in the greek theatre is called also persona recalling the name sound that plays the part of amplifying the voice.
A project born between the drawing by Ponti of 1950 “Un disegno รจ un’idea” and the romance by Pirandello of 1926 “Uno, nessuno e centomila” for creating a new identity without sexual and geographical features. An identity denied for a renewed idea of collectivity made of eyes that search each others beyond the borders and barriers.
Despite I deeply feel a man of my era, the greek origins of my native land make me associate Nemo to Odisseo. The name become a mask used to hide the identity. Mask that in the greek theatre is called also persona recalling the name sound that plays the part of amplifying the voice.
A project born between the drawing by Ponti of 1950 “Un disegno รจ un’idea” and the romance by Pirandello of 1926 “Uno, nessuno e centomila” for creating a new identity without sexual and geographical features. An identity denied for a renewed idea of collectivity made of eyes that search each others beyond the borders and barriers.
DRIADE NEMO
By Fabio
Novembre
Fabio Novembre uses
furniture design to tell intense and fascinating stories in which the
protagonist is often the human figure. This human figure is capable of becoming
abstract and universal, able to propose a mythic beauty as occurred in Greek
art. So that Nemo, a face with classic features is hollowed out to create an
inhabitable space. The result is a head-armchair to be lived from the inside.
Like a mask, it simultaneously conceals and reveals its inhabitant.
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THE RAINBOW THIEVES 2010 MOSCOW
My name is Fabio
Novembre and this is one day out of one thousand and one nights. I overheard
forty thieves saying that they wanted to steal the rainbow and close it in
their treasure store in a cave, the mouth of which was sealed by magical,
opening on the words “omen Nemo”. Unbeknownst to them I made a deal with
sunshine and rain so that when they approached the rainbow with their bad
intentions, a magic spell turned them all in single colors, which rainbow is
made of. Their destiny will be losing the sense of unity, keeping only a
lonesome memory of the original bow in the sky. All that is not given is lost.
FABIO NOVEMBRE
Since 1966, I’ve responded to those who call me Fabio Novembre.Since 1992, I’ve responded to those who also call me “architect”.
I cut out spaces in the vacuum by blowing air bubbles, and I make gifts of sharpened pins so as to insure I never put on airs.
My lungs are imbued with the scent of places that I’ve breathed, and when I hyperventilate it’s only so I can remain in apnea for awhile.
As though I were pollen, I let myself go with the wind, convinced I’m able to seduce everything that surrounds me.
I want to breathe till I choke.
I want to love till I die.
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