OPINION CIATTI bookcase PTOLOMEO X4 PTX4-C (Black structure and shelves, stainless steel base H 197 - Metal sheet structure and shelves. Stainless steel base)
Price: | €2.286,28 VAT included |
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Freight costs: | Free in ItalyChange country |
Item code: | OPC/PTX4-CN |
Brand: | ![]() Original product |
Designer: | Bruno Rainaldi |
Version: | Black structure and shelves, stainless steel base H 197 |
Material: | Metal sheet structure and shelves. Stainless steel base |
Code: | PTX4197BX-C |
Delivery: | 4-5 days if Available 2-3 weeks if To order (+info) |
Coupon: | COUPON |
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Availability: | To orderavailable on demand |
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Library vertical self-standing swivel 360 degrees. Includes 5 shelves 26 cm apart and 4 shelves 13 cm. About 295 volumes total or 175 volumes and 340 CDs.
Piles of books on the study tables, too many to get round with the duster. Piles of books on all the other table in the house, that you have to move every time you need to lay the table. A pile on the bedside table to the left f the bed, and another on the floor beside the bed. Some more on the right. Books piled up in the spaces between others stacked on the book-shelves. Not really manageable the pile on the sofa in all its multiplicity of shape and content. Finding the essay on The order of Things, bought last Saturday, is no easy matter. On the chest in the entrance hall, belo9nging to some great-grandmother or other and relic of tens of removals, a veritable forest of piles has grown up. Forgotten uncut books swallowed up who knows where. This is my home. This in all the houses where books, that indispensable prop of life, are cherished. Look at the piles, gaze fascinated at those so high that they seem to mock the low of gravity. Translate this fantastic image into a real object.
Ptolomeo act one. Dedicated to he who, first, collected with intelligent passion everything that had ever been written, with no censure, no fear.
(Bruno Rainaldi)

Piles of books on the study tables, too many to get round with the duster. Piles of books on all the other table in the house, that you have to move every time you need to lay the table. A pile on the bedside table to the left f the bed, and another on the floor beside the bed. Some more on the right. Books piled up in the spaces between others stacked on the book-shelves. Not really manageable the pile on the sofa in all its multiplicity of shape and content. Finding the essay on The order of Things, bought last Saturday, is no easy matter. On the chest in the entrance hall, belo9nging to some great-grandmother or other and relic of tens of removals, a veritable forest of piles has grown up. Forgotten uncut books swallowed up who knows where. This is my home. This in all the houses where books, that indispensable prop of life, are cherished. Look at the piles, gaze fascinated at those so high that they seem to mock the low of gravity. Translate this fantastic image into a real object.
Ptolomeo act one. Dedicated to he who, first, collected with intelligent passion everything that had ever been written, with no censure, no fear.
(Bruno Rainaldi)
