The Michael Aram New Leaves Collection is a celebration of the beauty and meaning found in individual leaves. Inspired by specific types of foliage that have taken on sentimental meaning in Michael's life, this collection embodies his genuine passion for nature in its purest and most personal form. Each leaf has its own story, its own symbolism and its own inherent wonder, detail and shape. For the first time, Michael is also interpreting an entire collection of leaves in the proportions in which they actually occur in nature, amplifying the sense of realism for which he is so well known. While each leaf is expressed as a sculptural object, Michael has yet again managed to infuse function into his forms, making them perfect for the most elemental moments in our daily lives. "There are massive Monstera leaves coming off of vines and growing up the trees of my garden in New Delhi. They are wild and beautiful and oddly familiar since, of course, I grew up in suburbia with the requisite Philodendron plant in our family room, which is the domesticated version of the vine. I am always drawn to the beauty of the leaf as much for its scale and drama as I am to the negative spaces created by the 'holes' in its make-up."
The Michael Aram New Leaves Collection is a celebration of the beauty and meaning found in individual leaves. Inspired by specific types of foliage that have taken on sentimental meaning in Michael's life, this collection embodies his genuine passion for nature in its purest and most personal form. Each leaf has its own story, its own symbolism and its own inherent wonder, detail and shape. For the first time, Michael is also interpreting an entire collection of leaves in the proportions in which they actually occur in nature, amplifying the sense of realism for which he is so well known. While each leaf is expressed as a sculptural object, Michael has yet again managed to infuse function into his forms, making them perfect for the most elemental moments in our daily lives. "There are massive Monstera leaves coming off of vines and growing up the trees of my garden in New Delhi. They are wild and beautiful and oddly familiar since, of course, I grew up in suburbia with the requisite Philodendron plant in our family room, which is the domesticated version of the vine. I am always drawn to the beauty of the leaf as much for its scale and drama as I am to the negative spaces created by the 'holes' in its make-up."