What’s put me in mind of my blog title today is the December issue of World of Interiors. The magazine’s lead feature is a pictorial of some superb gilded English antiques offered by mostly London dealers. Frankly, I love gilding, and indeed all manner of decorated furniture. With the survival of so much mahogany from the 18th century, the common presumption is that it was all brown in the day. The Georgians loved color and the brown furniture of today was much, much brighter in color 2 or more centuries ago. However, arguably the greater proportion in most houses of the quality was painted and/or gilded furniture, carved from vernacular woods, mostly deal and beech. Surprisingly, given how mahogany gives itself to crisp carving, we have sometimes found considerable original gilding on top of mahogany.

Of course, the gilding itself in its original incarnation was meant for purposes of display. No consumption like the conspicuous variety, is there? It did serve a practical function, as well. With a number of rooms of state in use at times when the light levels were low, the gilding, sparkling and reflective, served to accentuate the furniture to which it was applied. What is not always apparent today was how varied was the gilding applied originally, with burnished water gilding picking out carved enrichments, with flat oil gilding forming a background. This would serve to enhance the relief carving of furniture that might not otherwise have been seen. Further, one forgets in the case of soft furnishings how expensive were the fabrics that covered them. The fabrics, until the very end of the century, were handed loomed of costly materials. Naturally, one would only apply exquisite furnishing fabrics to frames the show-portions of which would be of a quality commensurate with the fabrics they supported.


Having my teeth cleaned is not distinctly pleasant, but a visit to the dentist yesterday  provided a side benefit, allowing me during my outer office wait to browse a couple of magazines including the December issue of Vogue. Well, this is San Francisco… My perusal uncovered an advert featuring a well-known and beloved media person fronting for a line of cosmetics, posing the rhetorical question whether one wished to grow older or be thought ageless. Clearly the ad wasn’t directed to me, as I like being older. Life seems wonderfully compensatory in that regard, for that inevitable diminution in pulchritude is made up for by a comfortability of existing in one’s own skin including confidence in one’s taste and judgment. Frankly, that’s an aspect of our antiques business that we find consonant with our own outlook: everything ages but that it does time itself imparts a tangible dynamism.

Or might do…What seems to ameliorate any kind of ability to age is the unwillingness to. The irony is, a body’s conceit of oneself then becomes occluded, yielding a fair number of people whose age defying efforts result in effects not unlike those of Baby Jane Hudson. Baby Jane is a great metaphor, given the sadly still surviving efforts of some in the trade to fudge or tart up pieces of period furniture. ‘Unknown to nature’ is a phrase equally applicable to the color of a lady or gentleman’s coiffure or a breakfront bookcase. Best leave things alone and let time make an honest declaration.

And that is what makes anything- antiques, artwork, people- au courant, not that it or they aren’t growing older, but have achieved through time a classicism, becoming exemplars of age. We believe that about what we offer, that pieces will speak to our clients, as they have to us, as not only aesthetically pleasing, but, as with all things classic, enduring and iconic touchstones.


While Black Friday numbers are good, it does not appear many people did much travelling over the holiday weekend. The retail fabric of America enables everyone to enjoy the full retail experience without travel, so one can be near home, too. Although this begs the question about the number of outlet malls one nation requires, that will not be addressed here. Well may you ask, though, what has this to do with English antiques?

This, of course- when one stays, and presumably entertains, at home, its charm and comfortability are of a particular importance. Nothing new in this, but significantly more pronounced of late, as people seem to want to stay home. More so lately than in the recent past, interest in those pieces central to entertaining- sideboards, dining tables, dining and kitchen chairs- constitute a goodly percentage of our inquiries. Never fear- for the moment, at least, we still have a good selection.


Black Friday followed by Cyber Monday might not be the same thing to a dealer in English antiques as it is to a big box store. Still and all, it is nice to see the surge in traffic which, frankly, we were able to experience certainly on the Friday and the Saturday. Plenty of gallery traffic and not just walking off the turkey. Well, maybe walking off the turkey, but one could do that without making one’s way to Jackson Square.

We are not exactly sold out- admittedly, our price levels are a bit above that of a Zhu Zhu hamster, but, then, a body might get more good out of what we offer. A pair of Regency period armchairs are, in this person’s opinion, considerably more established in the canon. If any of my cadre of blogophiles are conflicted in this matter, however, let me offer to throw in a Zhu Zhu hamster along with the pair of armchairs!


Despite the wider economic tragedy wrought by Bernie Madoff, I was nonetheless amused by the Fed’s auction of his personal items last week. The question is doubtless begged ‘How many jewel mounted wristwatches does one man need?’ If one has read and been influenced by John Molloy’s book Dress for Success the answer is ‘none.’

Not only for those of us who deal in English antiques, but all art and antiques dealers, a frequent frustration is that a billionaire, real or erstwhile, would splash out on fancy cars, or wristwatches, and neglect fine art and antiques. Keith and I have often wondered, tongue in cheek, if some of our pieces, could they be driven down the road with the price tag still on them, mightn’t we meet with greater sales success.

Of course, the flash and bling, not representative of our personalities, does not find its way into our aesthetic- or those of our clients, either collectors or interior designers. Ultimately, as my loyal cadre of blogophiles will recall, that is what happens in our business, we find common ground in matters of taste with our clients, and that common ground has from the first met with a particular absence of glitter. If that lets us out of a relationship with the Bernie Madoffs of the world, all I can say to the antiques god is ‘Thanks!’