Textured like a Parisian ashtray, shaped like a relic, wired like a secret.
Madame Claude fuses 1940s charm with a sharp black metal fixture and a whisper of gold in the cable.
A fixture that doesn’t scream design — but seduces with detail. Now reimagined as a table light. Close to surface. Impossible to ignore.
Madame Claude doesn’t follow function. She flirts with it.
Found in France. Reimagined by HAUS.JACOB.
This piece began as a ceiling light in a French apartment built before liberation.
The pressed glass dome reflects more than light — it reflects memory.
Restored, recabled, and fitted with a matte black fixture and a black-gold textile lead.
Etched onto the inner glass: don't give a f**k. A whisper of resistance. Or poetry. Or both.
A vintage fragment turned modern statement.