I have no taste for lukewarm relationships, nor for poorly paired bouquets. Do not choose too quickly. Hesitate. And there, the perfect option appears. To welcome your DEBEAULIEU bouquet at home, here is Fold: a vase imagined in 2026 by the Georg Jensen Design Studio like a sheet of paper folded, then frozen in mirror-polished steel. Behind it lies more than 120 years of Danish silversmithing.
We had each other’s knees to lean on. His fingers ran through my curls, quick and comforting. Without a word. Without waiting for tomorrow. I remember the smell of Pigalle in celebration, and my resting head. I am in his arms, and that is it, I love him. Because I always love too quickly, too violently. Only Léonce does not love. Or rather, he is afraid of disappointing when he is in love. He tells me of his first loves, his great disappointments, his finest achievements. We get carried away, releasing our deepest secrets. It is tonight or never, the urgency of surrender. “What hopes do you place in love, Pauline?”.
Six o’clock, once back home. "Farewell, you whom the night lent to me." "Good morning, Debeaulieu bouquet. From him, your scent."
Yet, was there a vase capable of gathering this nostalgia, these surges of life, and holding them in its folds?
In 1904 in Copenhagen, silversmith and sculptor Georg Jensen opened his workshop with an obsession for nature’s forms: leaves, flowers, fruits, and organic lines were captured in silver. More than a century and several collaborations with Henning Koppel, Arne Jacobsen, Vivianna Torun Bülow-Hübe, Patricia Urquiola, or Zaha Hadid later, the house continues this pursuit with Fold.
In 2026, the Georg Jensen Design Studio begins this time with a simple sheet of paper: its folds, ripples, and imperfections are transposed into mirror-polished stainless steel. To present the collection, the house even takes the story to Burneside, in northern England, to the Paper Foundation of Mark Cropper, a sixth-generation papermaker, in a village where paper has been crafted since the 18th century.
My poetics of the archive: the Fold Tall Vase, 19.7 cm high, whose compartments set at different levels allow the stems to be separated while water flows freely between them. The flowers and greenery are then reflected in the polished steel.
You who dream of a breath of the garden, of gathering a few daily flowers, of ancient memories, of tender and distant scents, let them bloom in the folds of the Fold Tall Vase.
