In 2007 I had this buquet lamp and gave it to the Dorotheum auction house in Vienna. The handover was in January and the auction day was in May. I went to Doroteum on auction day and didn't find my lamp in the auction hall and went to the expert: where is my lamp? the answer: oh my god I forgot! The lamp was on her desk. This swivel lamp had a ghost and looked at me at home, I looked at it too, we both came to the decision Buquet was a philosopher: the hinge and the swiveling back and forth and shining through is not an easy life. The lamp never wanted me to be its eternal owner, you bitch