Wednesday, January 18, 2006

A case for antiques, and the effort


In an era of inevitable good taste (via the leveler of unimpeachably tasteful-but-bland catalogs), individuality's tricky to come by.

And so, more valuable.

And possibly cheaper.

Now, via the freeing title of “antiques dealer”, I'm trawling the auctions. There are many, they come in all shapes, they attract all sorts and, by and large, they represent the no-longer-keepable assets of another generation who did their own trawling on foot.

Amazing.

You might:
Buy a mediocre dining table called “Provence” from Crate + Barrel, for $2,000, weathered by ____________ (same fellow who beats of blue jeans) to resemble the everyday stalwart of a french farmer family's life. Perhaps for generations. But its corners are bolted with hardware you could get at Williams. And its pocking, or faux-termiting, could also be arrived at by simply leaving it in my basement, or my barn.

Or, I now rediscover having already bought above table and not being able to afford returning it, you could buy a proper antique. Say an oak Spanish trestle table, for so much less (at auction) and add marks to marks that might,
actually,
have been left by an actual Spanish family.

Hmm.

Why do we, me, add to the excesses of our own world rather than diving back into and reclaiming all the good (and better-made) stuff that came before.

Here's to looking back.




And to auctions (pictured is the Stair Gallery Auction in Hudson last Saturday) and spending just a little more time to find the things that are, really, just right. And, in the process of attending a live auction, waving a paddle with a sliver of people + people-watching, and assembling with a group of like-minded on a Saturday with coffees, pure bonus.

C – to be excused if this sounded pompous

Circa (trade) secrets, auctions I love:
www.Doyle.com
www.IMChait.com
Stair Gallery, Hudson

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