Ooh la la! This Napoleon III Robin's egg was born of the Second Empire’s taste for opulence and drama, pieces like this once lived in the salons and boudoirs of French townhouses, where velvet-clad seating was as essential as candlelight and conversation. Sylvie imagines it tucked into the corner of a boudoir, a perch for slipping on silk slippers or paging through a paper back mystery, or in a sprawling closet room where it could host outfits waiting for their grand debut. You probably need the matching arm chair...
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