The recession is over, so you know. That’s what the Fed is telling us, anyway, and making this determination using a variety of (arcane) measurements. My frontline assessment is conditioned by whether or not I’ve written an invoice today. When not, I am inclined to agree with my sainted grandmother whose folk aphorism, expurgated for the delicacy of my devoted readers, was that it is hard to appreciate the daylight when you’ve fallen into the privy.
With all that, we do seem to be clawing our way out- of the economic privy- although it is hard to tell in the antiques trade, with the epidemic of gallery closures hardly abating. The auction houses, which should derive some benefit from stock disbursals the result of closures, are yet in trouble, with relatively few buyers and not enough consignments to make operations profitable. But therein are the green shoots, actually, because amongst the dross, goods that are of fine quality and fresh to the market are garnering significant attention (read ‘selling for big money’).
This is the thing that we’ve seen all along, even in the darkest days, with the good goods selling, and the mediocre material just sitting there. This is hard for all of us to communicate to clients, who immediately assume that anything offered for sale, either privately or at auction, is necessarily a distressed sale. That has exacerbated already tough trading conditions, because our clients, who are in the market only when the spirit moves them, do not see movement within the trade to the point of vivacity if a piece is truly worthwhile. In spite of its overall decimation, trust me, there are still plenty of trade buyers out there. As a consequence, it is doubtful that a private buyer, either collector or interior designer, will even in this environment acquire a ‘sleeper’.
The better pieces are still, then, with alacrity being acquired for resale by the trade. What buyers need to consider is that, if the beige book is right, while one may not necessarily find a bargain out there, when the green shoots become in the fullness of time the tree branches of economic recovery, one might regret not having made a purchase right now.

What I hope people are cottoning on to, and what was sadly ignored as it was begun to be put about during our current economic malaise, is the notion of antiques as the ultimate in recycled goods. As we all of us begin to recover and feel a bit sunnier about the state of the economy, this is worthy of consideration, whilst also bearing in mind that all things ‘green’ may not actually be so.
Given the dearth of local trade, it might be confounding that we do as much business as we do with New Yorkers. Well, not so confounding, really. What we see, every time we take a look, is the astonishing difference in price between what we are asking and what the New York dealers ask for comparable material. Although we bemoan what we have to pay for rent in Jackson Square, it is, while not paltry in comparison, let’s just say it is considerably less than what dealers pay for what amounts to only a bolt hole off 2nd and 3rd Avenues near the D & D Building, and, yes, paltry compared to Madison Avenue. Someone has to ultimately pay for this kind of rent, and if you hold a mirror up to your face, you will find out who it is.