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NEW COLLECTION

ambiAnce

Atelier Tapis Rouge presents a new Ambiance collection created in the context of the architectural image of Paris.

All these carpets of wool and silk are combined by a neutral color scheme, while universality and harmony may well pertain to the major advantages of the design. Ambience easily integrates into space and erases time boundaries.
The interior is largely affected by the view from the window and is a continuation of the natural and urban landscape. The exterior of this collection was the capital of France, including its streets, houses, masterpieces of architecture, modern experiments, the sky in a light haze, and an atmosphere of temptation.
La Chapelle de jour
The atmosphere of Paris, its architectural images, forms and allusions are translated into the poetic language of the carpet with a slight charm of French pronunciation.
La Chapelle de nuit
The color palette of the collection embraces muted almond colors, all shades of gray, light blue, pink, and ivory.
Materials: wool and silk
Dimensions: 250х300, 270х360
Tapis Rouge Atelier offers the possibility of creating a carpet according to a project, ensuring an individual approach and the professional implementation of a brainchild.
One would say that your gaze was veiled with mist;
Your mysterious eyes (are they blue, gray or green?)
Alternately tender, dreamy, cruel,
Reflect the indolence and pallor of the sky.
Charles Baudelaire
Le Marais au petit matin
le marais le soir
Sacré-Coeur
Dahlia, lilies, tulips and ranunculus —
Drowns my senses, my soul and my reason,
Mixed into an immense swoon
Remembering as the twilight
Paul Verlaine
moulin rouge
 
Thus your soul ignited
By pleasure’s lusts and needs
Sprays into heaven’s reaches
And dreams of fiery deeds.
Then it brims over, dying,
And languorous, apart,
Drains down some slope and enters
The dark well of my heart.
Charles Baudelaire
Jardin de Giverny
rue gabrielle
For Nuance, not Color absolute,
Is your goal; subtle and shaded hue!
Nuance! It alone is what lets you
Marry dream to dream, and horn to flute!
Paul Verlaine
Rue Cler
Galeries Lafayette
The season is at hand when swaying on its stem
Every flower exhales perfume like a censer;
Sounds and perfumes turn in the evening air;
Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!

Every flower exhales perfume like a censer;
The violin quivers like a tormented heart;
Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
The sky is sad and beautiful like an immense altar.

The violin quivers like a tormented heart,
A tender heart, that hates the vast, black void!
The sky is sad and beautiful like an immense altar;
The sun has drowned in his blood which congeals...
A tender heart that hates the vast, black void
Gathers up every shred of the luminous past!
The sun has drowned in his blood which congeals...
Your memory in me glitters like a monstrance!
Charles Baudelaire
la seine l’apres-midi
la seine au crepuscule