Marigold F stands on a single stem of waxed rough iron and holds one aluminium disc, tilted a little, like a small low sun. The lamp never shows its source. Light travels up the stem, meets the leaf-lined face of the disc and returns as warmth: a wide pool of gold on the wall, softer at the edges, brightest at the centre where the reflection folds in on itself.

Leaf, iron, patience

Every disc is lined by hand with metal leaf — gold, silver or copper — pressed onto the aluminium one sheet at a time, so no two catch the light in quite the same way. The base and structure are rough iron, waxed instead of painted and left with the marks of the making: the file, the hammer, the second thought. The flex is brass or nickel, matched to the leaf above it. A floor dimmer sits in the cable, and it remembers where you left it.

We began with a plain question: what does warm light look like when it bounces off metal instead of shining straight out? Marigold F is our answer, and we kept it quiet on purpose. A floor lamp that glows. Nothing more.