I guess if it was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius or whatever, then where else would you put your Parisian love child, but in an injection-molded plastic cradle shaped like a tulip?
It's as if the subtitle of everything that happened between 1965-1975 could be, "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Now I see a baby-holding flower, all I can think of is the annoying, saccharine, gimmick photography of Anne Geddes.
Philippe Pradalie: Berceau Fleur, for ATELIER A, c.1971, rental only thought it seems like it was for sale here last July [artbrokerdesign.com via andy's reference library]
Not related, really: Anne Geddes Starting To Lose It [theonion.com]