Monday, May 13, 2013

Enamel Coffee Pots

Are these not amazing—chips and all? The vintage/antiques world is so condition-crazy these days, that if an item is not “mint,” it’s practically worthless.

Pictured here are mostly cafetières, coffee pots (some canisters and teapots as well) which are mostly French (some Belgian and Dutch too). I consider them to be the anti-mint. And not to get all “shabby-chic” here, but I think they wear their imperfections quite well.

I’ll have you know that I traveled all the way to eBay France to get some of these images!






















I snapped this handleless teapot at a flea market in  Zagreb.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Not Your Father’s Judaica


In 1903, gold/silversmith Israel Rouchomovsky traveled to the Louvre in Paris from his home in Odessa. There, under the watchful eyes of institutional experts, he replicated a portion of a superbly tooled ancient Scythian tiara the museum had purchased in 1896. Only then would the museum even consider the possibility, as skeptics had charged, that the “antiquity” which had been drawing crowds (and criticism) for the last seven years, might actually be the work of a contemporary craftsman. The tiara's creator, of course, was Rouchomovsky, whose virtuosic skill as a goldsmith had been exploited, unbeknownst to him, for the purpose of defrauding the museum.

Truly, nothing short of a mini series could do this story justice, as it involves shady antiquity-dealing brothers, anti-semitism, and the celebrated Scythian gold discoveries in Crimea. Not to mention the reputations at stake at the highest levels of classics scholarship, archeologly and the Louvre itself.

Blowup wall graphic of the skeleton at the Sotheby’s exhibit. 

The Louvre’s embarrassment was Rouchomovsky’s good fortune. It just so happened that while enjoying his newfound fame, he was able to further dazzle his fans with a recently completed pet project. Starting in 1892, Rouchomovsky began work on a fully articulated 3” gold skeleton (the secret is in the teeny-tiny ball bearings) and its very own elaborately decorated silver sarcophagus. This remarkable piece was displayed in the Paris 1903 Salon where it earned the artist a gold medal. Lucrative private commissions followed. Rouchomovsky, who as a  Jew in Russia was denied a merchant certificate, brought his family to Paris where he lived for the rest of his life.

Read fuller accounts of the story here, here, and a contemporary account of the Scythian tiara itself in the July 25, 1896 issue of  Scientific American. The piece makes sure to mention that the headpiece "is as brilliant as if it had just come from the workshop."


Last week’s sale of the Steinhardt Judaica Collection broke all sorts of records, and with good reason. I was fortunate enough to stop by on the last day of viewing before the sale, and though the exhibit is over, you may still see the images and read about them online.

If your idea of Judaica is silver filigree and seder plates, the collection provides plenty of reinforcement, but only as a background some extraordinary standouts.

Here are just a few …

Painted plaque inset with manual clocks for the times of prayer services
on weekdays and Sabbath. Romania, 1878 

Abraham Pavian, the artist, was actually the shamas, or caretaker of the synagogue. Among his responsibilities was probably the opening and closing of the building for services. Let's hear it for thinking beyond the grooved, black felt notice board with its changeable white letters and numbers!


Torah shield, Austria, late 19th century


This late 19th century, Austrian Torah shield is set with paste “gemstones” engraved with the names of the twelve tribes of Israel.



Matzah tool, 18th/early 19th century




Micrographic Omer Calendar, Germany, c.1830



Menorah of chairs, Poland, early 20th century

All photos are from Sotheby's catalog.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

California Creeping


It’s just a matter of time till I get pulled over for DWP, that’s ‘Driving While Photographing,' which is what I was doing the other day in LA highway traffic. In my defense, I was only doing 5 mph and what else was I supposed to do for 1½ hours? Next time, I’ll know to bring my Tolstoy-on-tape CDs. And a tip to East Coasters--rush hour around Los Angeles starts at 3:00 (local time). Apparently, 7-3 is a popular enough shift to cause full-fledged bumper-to-bumper standstill.













































Thursday, April 18, 2013

Wearable Photography


Appealing photo-prints from  Agnès B ...






Sunday, April 14, 2013

My Week With Marilyn: AAF, AIPAD, SVA

The photo hanging at AAF is Dream in Color by Richard Heeps.

It will probably be a while (like a few hundred years) before she outdoes the Virgin Mary for ‘most-depicted woman in art,’ but you can be sure that wherever there is an abundance of contemporary art and photography, you will find images of Marilyn Monroe. While the ratio of Marilyn-per-hundred-images might vary by venue, I think you’d be hard pressed to visit an art fair and not see her.

The 'Marilyns' here were sighted during last week’s alphabet-soup of visual events—AAF, AIPAS, SVA.

AAF Affordable Art Fair



The possibilities are endless when it comes to the artistic interpretation of a cultural icon. The sphere, is a recurring motif in the work of Belgian artist Tigi Van Gil. The collage portrait below is by Marius.



AIPAD Association of International Photography Art Dealers

The gorgeous Bert Stern portraits of Marilyn were at Staley-Wise Gallery

David Winter , whose inventory is absolutely astonishing, had a wonderful photo of Marilyn and Clark Gable (must have been Misfits). The above photo of her swimming was on his website.


SVA D-Crit School of Visual Arts, Design Criticism

Ms. Monroe even made a surprise appearance at the SVA D-Crit lecture by British critic and photographer Rick Poynor. She graced one of three covers he showed of J.G. Ballard’s The Atrocity Exhibition.



The Antiques Garage  TAG?

No shortage of Marilyn here.


Friday, April 5, 2013

Slow-Action Painting

It was around noon on this bright, trying-to-be-spring day, when I stopped to admire the masterpieces spread before me on Columbus Avenue.

Both drop cloths catching paint from a signpost being painted were lovely, but I especially liked the one that was thickly encrusted with black and yellow splatters.

“That one took 28 years to make,” said one-half of the plein-air painting duo. “All the paint makes it really heavy and it doesn’t blow away.”

He then started shooing me away, while the other one asked, “you mean you would you put this on your wall?”

“Of course, I replied.

He shook his head and laughed, “you’re the fourth person so far to say that today!”




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