Like a frothing Fragonard come to life, this gilded whorl of Rococo richesse surges around an ellipsoid mirror. Two juicy putti at top and canoodling love birds at bottom (symbols of sensuality in 18th century French decorative arts) frame your reflection in excess and amour, while all around acanthus leaves curl in ecstatic volutes. Apropos of French afflatus, the whole affair is marshmallow-light, formed in synthetic foam on an aluminum armature, perhaps for set or stage. Just as old King Louis loved a good mirror, you’ll float on this golden cloud to your own private Versailles. Indulge your inner Sun King. Après toi, le deluge!