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Nichols Rug

October 27th, 2007

Daniel Pontius


This was at the antique mall last Sunday in Solana Beach. 9×11 $575.00 (good price). The leaf motif is a bit autumnal for my taste, but the colors are betterin person and could nicely ground a room. My rug dealer friends always say that one should design a room starting with a rug. I tend to agree as it helps to focus what one wants to do. I remember a rug dealer at ABC carpets who used to call these happy rugs: because you just look at them and they make you smile!

Nichols were made in China for the US market and therefore replicate the market’s idea of chinoiserie taste–deco–c 1920’s -30’s.

Chip Chip

October 26th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

The shape of the chair –a curve to the body. Set of 6 or 8, I can’t remember. I would prefer to see them stripped and repainted to a new life. Metro’s recycled paints from Portland OR, ship (ah, carbon emissions) The cost of paint is $5-10 a gallon depending on color.

Chairs at SoLo.

More Tanya Aquiniga Felt

October 24th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

BIRDS –less maintenance than live –See Tanya Aquiniga’s website.

White Leather Chair

October 23rd, 2007

Daniel Pontius

Last Sunday, I was wandering around the little antique mall on Cedros in Solana Beach drinking a cup of coffee. Milling through furniture, artworks, and brick-a-brack is really one of my favorite things to do. It’s even more fun for me then walking through an antique gallery where you will know you will see something beautiful like a Fornasetti screen or a James Mont table.
This chair, I don’t think, is a particularly fine piece of furniture, but it could create a certain wonderful atmosphere that I would like, and I have been thinking about Madame Castaing and as Zarah Crawford in the NY Times wrote she preferred poetry to perfection.
This chair: petite and low to the ground–perhaps for a vanity– functional so that a lady could sit and look into a table mirror to put on her make up. Neoclasicalesque rosettes at the arms and then the sides reminescent of a wing back chair along with the brass nail heads. White leather and semi-attached cushion with buttons. The legs are a bit chunky and stretchers could be a bit more delicate. The whimsy of the cushion as if it is perched on the seat making it work along with the slightly bowed out arms to shape the curves of the lady’s body.
I have been thinking about Madame Castaing; because having recently gotten a bike helmet for the first time, I am reminded everytime I put it on of her elastic band that went under her chin to hold on her wig and performed a tightening that some people get from face lifts. Looking at this chair in the antiques booth I picked up the Tashen book, Interiors Paris, opening it up to Madame’s apartment. I first saw it in a book, Rooms, photographs taken by Derry Moore.

Tea-Light

October 18th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

Lilach Lotan candle holder. A light tea light creates a soft glow through the thin clay. At Hands on Cedros in Solana Beach.

Faun

October 17th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

Another bust. Encyclopedia Mythica tells us that among the Romans, fauns were wild forest deities with little horns, the hooves of a goat, and a short tail. Analogous to the Greek satyr. Nevertheless, on Jan Ringsmoseh’s site it calls out this piece by Johannes Hedegaard as “Actaeon Satyr.” Actaeon was the grandson of Cadmus the founder of the city of Thebes–Actaeon was turned into a stag and killed by his own hunting dogs as punishment for offending Artemis. Either he saw her while bathing or was too boastful of his hunting skills. There are different versions of the story. It seems that our faun is mislabeled. This is not a Roman Faun but more likely a Greek Satyr. Moreover it is possibly Actaeon in process of transmogrification into a dogs dinner. Alas, poor Acteon, be neither boastful nor get caught gazing lasciviously at a bathing beauty.

Center 44, NYC.

Birdcages

October 15th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

Birdcages, L.A. and Solana Beach.

Victorian Bird Cage

October 12th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

I love the Orientalism of this Victorian bird cage. Picasso said that we are fascinated with Nature because of the textures seen there and others have said we are fascinated by nature because of an on going desire to tame and control it. Perhaps this narrative is why I’ve lately been fascinated with the bird cages. Or, perhaps because I grew up with Budgees–Shakespeare, who died an early death when a much larger object collided with him and then Martin Luther who lived to a very old bird age and died a natural death–and wished that Shakespeare and Martin would have had a more pleasing cage than their brass store bought prefab house equivalent.

Last summer, I had the opportunity to go to
Vladimir Kagan‘s NY apartment. (We were purchasing one of his chairs for a client and she wanted to sit in it. Since it wasn’t on the floor, our sales rep offered an appointment to see the chair at the Kagan apartment way up on Park Avenue up-uptown).

It was a fantastic day–think opening chapter of The Bell Jar “a queer sultry summer” which I couldn’t help thinking of being Uptown towards the East River on a July day. As it happened, we pulled up to the building in a large stretch limo. Our client, my boss, and myself–we didn’t normally travel in such style–the limo had interior accent lighting that looked like elogated glow sticks. It was convenient to have a driver waiting when you are doing a intense day of shopping, although nicer if the driver left the car running in the 90 degree heat as we were in a frenzy to try and complete the purchases for the client’s home.

We checked in with security; we walked through an immense courtyard and up a rather small elevator. We were welcomed by a housekeeper. A short grey haired dapper man appeared who took us to look at the chair. Kagan had an aviary along the living room near the windows. It was empty but it seemed that it could have housed thirty birds. The aviary was disquieting. Kagan we were told was in Switzerland. The apartment itself reminded me of the seemingly vast apartment of Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby, which is across town at the Dakota.

Kagan’s apartment was packed full of Op-Art, Chippendalesque furniture, art deco or perhaps early Wiener Werkstätte, and Kagan’s own designs and then of course his wife Erica Wilson’s needlework. I adore needlework and was in love immediately as it added dashes of brightness. The client sat in the chair and we eventually ordered it. Perhaps we were inspired by Kagan’s own which was covered in needlework that we had our clients chair done in an embroidered leaf pattern.

Read a nice interview with Kagan and Wilson in Dwell here. Note Kagan’s green velvet sofa on which the pair sits–it has Lucite legs. It is no longer in production, but can still be found like this one.

Garden Chair

October 11th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

Lately, I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect Garden Chair. The vertical straps and the shape of the back is what I find appealing here. Magnolia, Encinitas.

Felted Chair

October 9th, 2007

Daniel Pontius

The woman at Reform in Los Angeles on La Cienega told me that Tanya Aquiniga is an artist from San Diego who now lives in Silver lake.