Founded by José Olaio still in the nineteenth century, Olaio has been part of the affective and material heritage of several generations of Portuguese since the mid-1930s.
Locally handmade in Portugal, by experienced wood artisans, committed to create high quality furniture pieces. Slow made. Handmade. Perfectly made products, responsibly and ethically for a more sustainable tomorrow. We are Portuguese. We are Furniture Makers. We are Olaio.
"The resilient OLAIO. Innovation, vision and talent have always walk together." Olaio highlighted in the magazine Et Cetera of Jornal Económico.
"Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse, se pudesse ouvir o olhar, e se um olhar lhe bastasse p'ra saber que a estão a amar!" © Fernando Pessoa
"Nesta hora de sol puro eu ouço o Brasil. Todas as tuas conversas, pátria morena, correm pelo ar... a conversa dos fazendeiros nos cafezais, a conversa dos mineiros nas galerias de ouro, a conversa dos operários nos fornos de aço, a conversa dos garimpeiros, peneirando as bateias a conversa dos coronéis nas varandas das roças..." © Ronald de Carvalho
"I could be in Sorrento, bay of Napoli, not far from Capri, watching cruise ships floating by, observing life so carefree. From the marina, I marvel at the houses built into cliffs, I daydream of what it could be like, to live like this." © Joel Hamilton
"Se eu sempre fui assim este Mar-Morto: Mar sem marés, sem vagas e sem porto Onde velas de sonhos se rasgaram! Caravelas doiradas a bailar... Ai, quem me dera as que eu deitei ao Mar! As que eu lancei à vida, e não voltaram!..." © Florbela Espanca
"The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed, A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior!" © Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The shape and structure of an object. The essential or ideal nature of something, especially as distinguished from its matter or material being.
"Cá estou eu no meu estado natural apesar de o mar estar agitado. A maior parte do tempo estou sentado na nossa cadeira olhando as ondas ou esta vaga humanidade que navega até Marselha."Letter on June 28th 1947, by Arpad Szenes [Formosa ship, bound for Marseille] to Vieira da Silva [51, Boulevard Saint-Jacques, Paris].
“SOBRE ELA DESCANSO OS BRAÇOS NUMA ATITUDE ALHEADA, BUSCANDO PELO AR OS TRAÇOS DA MINHA VIDA PASSADA.” © Mário de Sá-Carneiro
