#erik magnussen

[nuveau-deco]

‘Cubic’ Coffee Service Set, 1927. Designed by Danish silversmith Erik Magnussen and produced by Gorham Manufacturing Company in America. Medium is silver with patinated and gilt decoration and ivory. Part of the RISD Museum collection.

(Object Links:  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  )

[frenchcurious]

Erik Magnussen(1940-2014) pour Gorham. Service à boissons « American Modern ». Musée de Newark. - source Ulysses Grant Dietz via Art Deco.

[thedeadleafs]

Erik Magnussen, Grasshopper Brooch, 1907

Silver, coral. 5 x 9 cm. Der Danske Kunstindustrimuseum, Copenhagen.

"In Magnussen's jewellery insects transform into fantastic ornaments, breaking ties with elegant French models"

Scanned and quoted from the book "Art Nouveau" by Gabriele Fahr-Becker.

[hypanova]

picnic in the park for rhea’s birthday 🧺

[mcgnussen]

“the best kevin” - a danish viaplay documentary about kevin magnussen (1/2):

brasil pole

k-mag did his outlap as quickly as he could to feel the track and noted all the wet patches and then remembered them all for his pole lap  

after his lap, it slowly began to dawn on people in the garage that maybe kev had done something amazing. jesper, relation manager of haas (and danish), and the press officer both realised at the same time what might be happening.the press officer basically punched the table in excitement.   

kevin actually hated the fact that the red flag came out. the track was already too wet for anyone to beat him, so then he was afraid that the track might end up drying up and other people would improve. it was torture for him to just sit and wait.   

his dad, jan magnussen, was at home with his wife (kev’s step mum) and son and they were just on the couch, drinking coffee as usual, and watching kevin race. he was so excited and moved by kevin’s pole, he also got a ton of messages from the stewart family, old teammates, racing drivers from all over the world, friends and family congratulating him on kevin’s pole. kevin’s wife (who jan calls lulu which is adorable) called him and wept tears of joy, kevin’s mum, britt, called him and wept tears of joy, his brother, erik, called him and wept tears of joy (erik magnussen is one of the world’s best kart mechanics and has trained kevin from a young age).   

erik magnussen on why kevin’s lap mattered so much: “it’s the product of 25 years of hard work. of all the many hours we drove in the snow and rain during the winter, with our hands so cold that we had to heat them up by the grill. all those ‘sour’ hours that we worked that all culminated in one perfect lap at the right time.” all that training is what has given kevin the right instincts to pull off that lap.  

luna kristofi (danish reporter): “[...] and then everyone who usually get pole just stood and waited for kevin. [...] he kept his helmet on and normally drivers do that to hide anger, but i think kevin kept it on to hide all the tears.” his physio, nikolaj, said that everyone were shouting kevin’s name, no one really knew what to do because they had not been in the situation before. he described it as the craziest 200 metres of his life.  

gene called kevin right after quali and congratulated him. he was pretty calm, but very excited and happy to see his car and driver on pole.  

random mai observations: kevin kept hugging jesper and nikolaj... and everyone else pretty much. all the haas staff got big bear hugs. official new piece of kevin lore: he is definitely a hugger. and it was also very moving to see so many different people congratulating kevin, there were staff from aston martin, from red bull and so on who all went up and congratulated him. the trainers from all the teams also went up to nikolaj and congratulated him and said that haas fully deserved it. kevin described it as the underdog story that f1 needed. it is clear that the whole paddock was excited for k-mag and haas, i also believe this is evidence of kev’s popularity within the paddock. like mick said then kevin basically knows everyone in the paddock.

the comeback 

kevin was in the studio for the last race of the season in 2021 and he believed that max verstappen would become world championship.  

he did not contact guenther after seeing that mazepin had lost his contract because kevin thought it was totally impossible. but then when he saw guenthers name on his phone, he guessed what his old boss wanted to ask him. kev said yes immediately, but then realised that he probably needed to talk to his wife and family, becoming unsure if it was the right thing to do. so he asked guenther for a day to consider it. jan said that kevin’s biggest worry was to lose out on time with his daughter.   

jesper heard the kevin rumours but did not actually believe it. however, kevin called him and said it was true. and all jesper could think of was that picture of herbie that k-mag posted, he thought that meant kevin had burned his bridges. but as kev said then it was just banter and he knew the team would find it funny. kevin says that haas is a very relaxed team, they don’t take themselves super seriously and there are no big egos. he is sure that other teams would not have found it funny.   

kevin was unsure if he could perform on the highest level from the get go. he was surprised by his p5 and he said the team went absolutely nuts. apparently one the mechanics cracked upon his lip during the wild celebrations in the garage. he could barely hear his engineer from the noise in the garage when he crossed the finish line in p5. 

jeddah and new physio nikolaj 

jeddah is the hardest track of the season when it comes to the neck which was bad timing for kevin since it was only the second race  

kevin said to the team to only fuel him for one quick lap per set of tyres because he could not manage to do two like everyone else did, his neck simply would not let him and he ended up losing all control of his neck and it just flopped around   

nikolaj, his new physio for the season, said that they have had to do a lot of treatment on kevin’s neck during the season. sometimes the treatments would even happen into the night and they would both be half asleep. and the treatments are painful, so kevin has really suffered through it during the 2022 season.   

kevin enjoyed being lazy during 2021 and admitted to not having spent a lot of time in the gym. luna said that it was easy to see he had not been hitting the gym a lot and they all knew he would go through a world of pain until he was back in shape. but kevin started working hard in the gym as soon as he signed the contract with haas.   

k-mag and nikolaj are really good friends. they like travelling the world together. in the documentary, we see them in the car planning a camping trip together.

[cfkingdoms]

felix mallard, cis male, he/they, 24 — dear all nations, TYR MAGNUSSEN has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of SEVEN by TAYLOR SWIFT. the PRINCE of DENMARK is known to be AGAINST making peace. HE reminds me of THE GLINT OF A BLADE & BROKEN GLASS AT YOUR FEET however did you know that HE KILLED THEIR FATHER & HAGEN HELPED CONCEAL THE TRUTH?

tw for abuse, injury, eye injury, ptsd, death, murder, unhealthy coping mechanisms

BASICS.

full name: tyr erik valdemar magnussen

nicknames: n/a

age: 24 years old

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/they

orientation: gay

family: magnus hagensen (father, deceased), anneliese ivarsdatter (mother deceased), hagen magnussen (brother, deceased), ivar magnussen (brother), [open] magnussen (brother), clara magnusdatter (sister, deceased), dagmar bjørndatter (sister in law), anneliese hagendatter (niece)

religion: norse pagan

language(s): danish, swedish, polish, russian, english 

status: single

APPEARANCE.

hair color: brown

hair length/style: shoulder length, usually pulled back

eye color: brown

height: 6' (183cm)

dominant hand: right

distinguishing marks: several small scars littered across hands, chest, arms, and chin/jaw ; two especially prominent scars on the left side of the face, one jagged from the temple to the middle of the top lip that runs across where an eye was & one that extends from the bridge of the nose down ; several thin scars on lips, right eyebrow, and left cheek

BIO.

you’re born into war, but not the sort armor will save you from. the youngest of your brood by quite some years, your eldest brother, the future king, is thirteen years your senior. doting and protection would abound, but not from your parents. it’s your brothers who look after you and your sister, hagen the most so. you spend early childhood as his shadow, knowing better than to stray too far from your big brother’s protective watch. straying too far means dealing with him. your father is not a kind man raising his children. your father is a general raising soldiers without a war to send them off to. you’re four when he puts a practice sword in your hand, and barely eight when you’re handed a real one. you never take to it like your brothers do. the sword feels unwieldy and awkward in your hands. hand to hand combat isn’t much better. your father tells you you hit like a woman. it’s not that you can’t fight. it’s that the ways you want to train –daggers, a bow, maybe? not to mention your poison knowledge is extensive– do not align with your father’s vision for you. come to think of it, little about you aligns with what he wants. 

you’re a child when talks of betrothal reach your ears. in your father’s opinion, you’re not much use for your strength, but you can still be useful in alliances. you and a young girl from another clan are promised to each other, and every time a visit is made in either direction you’re all but shoved together, like the forced socialization will help. you don’t like her. it isn’t necessarily anything she says or does or how she acts, you just. you don’t like her. something is off. you don’t have the vocabulary for it, yet, but. everyone tells you she’s beautiful and you’re going to be so lucky and they bring up children. you hate it. it feels wrong. you don’t voice any of this, though. you've been nothing but a disappointment your entire life. you can't fail at this, too. this betrothal will break, later, along with a few other constants from your life. 

and this is how your life proceeds. training, studying, learning when to duck and when to just let him hit you. you learn not to cry. you learn when to just endure the shouting and when you can clamp your hands over your ears to try and block it out. when you’re 12 you take a blade to the face, at your father’s hand. he misses your eye, just barely. the scar is pale now, almost unnoticeable if you just glance. it’s your punishment, he asserts, for losing your focus in training. go stop the bleeding and come back. and so it goes. for years. you learn to take a hit, get back up, get hit again. you're 16 when a guard is instructed to swing on you, and does not concede you the mercy of missing. now, your father asserts, you can look as useless as you are. this will cost you an eye, an injury that spells the end of any hope you might be good enough for him. he's already written you off. there is no comfort to be found with this brute. you've long given up on the idea he's even trying to toughen you up. you're not a hope, you're an example. one thing your father should have anticipated, however, is that you can only kick a dog so many times before it bites. you’re a powder keg waiting for that one, good spark. once you get it, you’re going to blow. 

that spark does come. the two of you had been left alone, and– well, really, the full details are a blur. he was in your face, you’d upset him, somehow. he was yelling, he grabbed you, you wrenched your arm away, tried to shove him away from you, panic overtaking logic. the look in his eyes as he advanced forward is the last clear memory you have. you don’t remember picking up the rock. you don’t remember hitting him. he’s on the ground. you hit him. you hit him. you hit him. you drop the rock and you just….stare at him. he looks…pathetic. he’s still alive. you can see him gasping for air, his eyes going unfocused, and he just lays there. is he dying? oh gods, what have you done? you don’t move. you don’t help him. you stand there, and you freeze. if you get help now, will he survive? but if he survives, you’ll be executed for what you’ve done. your brother can protect you from much of his wrath, but not this. but can you really stand here and wait for him to die? you don’t know. 

it feels like ages later you make your choice. you have to find hagen. even if he cannot protect you, you need him. you're hysterical when you reach him, and he hardly understands what you try to tell him. there’s been an accident. it was an accident. an accident. help is too late. you're both horrifically aware of the seriousness of the situation. you've prided yourself on learning to be quick, to plan for everything. such a skill escapes you now. hagen, though. his plan is simple. it's quick work, and the story quicker still. clearly, magnus had overindulged, as he was known to do, and in his staggering, lost his balance and bashed his head heavily, right on this corner here. what a pity. clearly you’d tried to help. you’ve grown up around most of these people. the idea you could ever have something to do with it, well. it feels preposterous, even if the circumstances are a little strange. the king’s death is ruled a freak accident, and life goes on. 

nightmares plague you. when you close your eyes you swear you see his staring back at you, glassy and unseeing. you swear you can hear him screaming for you. it’s horrific. you barely sleep. you’re prone to nodding off at meals and at meetings and even sitting to watch the others train. you’re easily distracted, often staring off into space, oblivious to what happens around you. you know people are concerned. but what can you do? hagen takes your father's place, and he and dagmar settle into their new roles. you and hagen never breathe a word of what really happened. you'd almost convince yourself of your own lie if you didn't still see the blood on your hands some nights. you do what you can to ignore the emotions it stirs up, falling into beds it would be best for you to avoid, overindulging yourself in a marked uptick. doing anything you still can to keep yourself busy. you think you manage it well, until. hagen is killed, and a third king is on the throne in your lifetime now. losing hagen sends you on a spiral. grief is not an emotion you understand well, having been so young when you lost your mother, guilt ruling over any grief for your father. this, though? this is a pain you haven't yet known.

you do what you can to shake it, to ignore it in favor of the things still left to do. hagen leaves behind a pregnant wife, and not long after his death your niece is brought into the world. from the moment you see her, the connection is strong. call it guilt, call it all you know, but as your brother hovered in your own life, so do you in hers. he isn't here, and you know if he was he would have doted upon her less like a mere princess and more like a girl granted godhood. he cannot, but you are here, and you want to see right done by her. the news of an invitation to scotland has you wary. you do not trust easily, and though...certain things may sway your hand, as it stands you do not trust the people as a whole, and you do not want to participate. but news of the viking clans in attendance leave little choice. they cannot be left to form alliances. you need to secure your own. and so travel you do. had you known then what you now know, you would have said to hell with it all. ivar can go by himself. you will not allow the others to be in harm's way. but you did not know. and so you all went. and now tragedy has struck once more, your sister, your only sister, struck down in the night by a yet unknown assailant. you have your suspicions. by now, little else is left.

[cftragedy]

( felix mallard, cis male, he/him, 24) ** ♔ announcing tyr magnussen,  the prince of denmark ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble felix mallard. it is a miracle that he survived the last five years and for that reason, they are against the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of hushed conversation, never quite meeting a gaze, the glint of a blade, & broken glass at your feet.  (ariel, he/him or ze/hir, 25, cst)

basics.

full name: tyr erik valdemar magnussen nicknames: n/a (tends to have his name unspoken in religious settings, simply referred to as “the young prince”) age: 24 years old gender: cis male pronouns: he/him orientation: gay religion: lutheran (some remnants of pagan influence) language(s): danish, swedish, polish, russian, english  status: single, formerly betrothed

bio.

cw for parental & sibling death, implied infidelity, murder, grief

you’re the last in the line. a surprise, by all means. the next sibling in age to you is seven years your senior, and what started as mostly ignored rumor swells into common whispering when you grace the world with your presence. imagine it for a moment. your golden haired family crowded round to see dark brown wisps adorning your head. what color was that guard’s hair again? but then again, you had an aunt with dark hair. a couple of cousins, too. who’s to say? still, the whispers manage to only occasionally reach you, and you grow up laughing at them. you do not grow up broad shouldered like your brothers, more lithe, like your mother and sister, but you stand as tall. still, you often find yourself underfoot. your parents are a king and queen who have already had four children brought up learned and capable in their own strengths.your brother hagen is a hunter, edvin to make an ideal warrior, aksel a poet, and clara a healer, a caretaker. you know your siblings do not shut you out intentionally, and truly in some aspects it fell upon them to fill the roles one might have expected of your parents. you were mostly left to your own devices, though, and through this you found your own...specialties. 

publicly, you’re referred to as a tactician. you joke that being so much younger than so many siblings meant such a skill was more necessity than anything else. you need to anticipate everyone’s moves, before they might even think of them. as you grow, this skill is honed, encouraged. there is, however, a second interest you take in your early teen years, one you’re not as forthcoming about. it’s hardly appropriate dinner conversation. Clara is a healer, and you were at her side from the moment you could toddle unaided, and thus you learned as she worked, and found...a very opposing interest. as strange as it was to think certain plants and ingredients might be combined to heal, it was stranger still to think you could do the opposite. it felt like playing god. you were transfixed. it’s not an interest you speak of, but you don’t hide your studies from your siblings. you don’t hide much from them. it is strange, apparently, the closeness the five of you grow up with. hagen was 12 when you were born, but he always seemed amused by you. other than clara, he was who you always felt closest to. 

your father dies when you’re 6 years old. everything tilts from then on, rule going to hagen at 18, barely a man himself. there’s a betrothal, a cancelling, your mother dies three weeks after you turn 11, a second betrothal, a marriage, a queen. your family welcomes dagmar as though she’s always been there. in a way, it feels like she has. your family unit has fluctuated and changed, but up to now you’ve taken it all in stride, too young to fully recognize your father’s loss, too disconnected to feel much about your mother’s. no, grief will not settle in you for some time. for now, it is joy. there is to be a baby. you’re overjoyed for your brother and the queen. tragedy mars your line when hagen is killed in a hunting accident. it’s so...it’s fitting, but the loss is felt instantly. your next brother is made king, and the line moves up by one. you’re now third to inherit. a month later, your niece comes into the world, and you want to be happy, but you are afraid. 

you had been against coming to this summit from the start. your land had been ravaged by plague, your family marked by tragedy, you wanted to remain. but your brother’s word is law now, so your opinion, not matter how often it ends up correct, is overlooked. it’s a sick confirmation of your fears when your sister, your only sister, the heart of your family, is killed in the night. you are angry. angry at the swiss for allowing this to happen. angry at your brother for insisting you come here. that is anger you can settle. what does not settle is the anger of retribution. they found the hired blade, yes, but after that? the true culprit remains nameless and faceless in the wind. where are you supposed to put the rage?

[nordicwannabe-blog]

Interview mit Michael Ring, Geschäftsführer von Stelton: Warum das Original nachhaltig ist und die Kopie nicht

Hej, als ich kürzlich in Kopenhagen war, hatte ich das Privileg, mit Michael Ring, dem Geschäftsführer von Stelton, über Replicas zu sprechen. Insbesondere die EM77 von Erik Magnussen gilt als einer der dänischen Design-Klassiker. Leider werden solche Ikonen oft kopiert. In diesem Interview erklärt Michael, warum das Original nachhaltig ist und die Kopie nicht. Continue reading Untitled

[startrekdesign]

EM77 Jug designed by Erik Magnussen for Stelton 1977

Erik Magnussen is a Danish industrial designer. His EM77 collection remains his most recognizable work. The smaller jug of the set in no longer in production, and was used in Voyager’s mess hall.

Source: Quark’s Qantina

[i12bent]

Erik Magnussen (March 31, 1940 - 2014) was a Danish designer for brands such as kitchenware and ceramics producers, Bing & Grøndal, silverware makers, Georg Jensen, and steel and glassware producers, Stelton.

Here is Magnussen with a bunch of his designs, including the famous and elegant Stelton thermos which can be operated with one free hand.

[seatsnbeats]

Erik Magnussen :: Z-down Lounge Chair

[frenchcurious]

Erik Magnussen (1940-2014) Cafetière à pistons ''EM77'' pour Stelton. - source atelier159.

[almostarts]

Danish Galvanized Steel Stackable Chairs by Erik Magnussen, 1989,

The chair was designed for famous Copenhagen based design warehouse Paustian in 1989,

Steel, Width22.0 inch x Depth24.8 inch x Height26.8 inch,

[hypanova]

making milestones with dad

[prdzx]