Antiquarian is the New Black

Did anyone see this article on the New York Times site?  Not one to be slowed down by reading, I cruised the slideshow first and was pretty delighted by what I found.  Then, well, then I read the story.  It was gross beyond gross.  While I maintain full respect for the occupants of the homes profiled, I kinda want to barf all over the "reporter."

We start with an introduction of the Hovey sisters, who can be found on their blog here.  The reporter drools all over them and single-handedly credits them with starting the Ulysses S. Grant fashion trend in, wait for it, Williamsburg.  Am I to believe that I am watching the initial match spark that will ultimately lead to the full blaze that is the tipping point?  Oh to be so lucky.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm digging their taste - remember, I swooned when I first saw the pictures - I just can't stand by an article that notes that the type of collecting the sisters and the others profiled "requires a lot more engagement than a similar passion for midcentury furniture"


I am insane about interiors.  I have spent nights fighting sleep since I was four laying in bed imagining my dream home.  Every spare penny I have goes into my house, I don't even try to justify the expense, it's as necessary as food.  Can someone honestly try to tell me that this taste and commitment to collections requires more engagement than my own?  Or yours?  Come on readers, you've taken the time to find my measly design blog.  You probably have at least 20 more in your RSS feed.  We live for interiors.  New York Times:  give me a fucking break.

Ok, I'm over it, let's just spend the rest of our time together looking at the nice pictures that sparked my interest in the first place.  Above is a couple that also collects things.  That's all I'm saying about that.

I think this room is awesome.  Again, all I'm saying.

Their collection of arcane liquors, which I don't even pretend to understand and I certainly don't think is pretentious at all, oh no.  

Ryan Matthews, his house is a 24-hour taxidermy party.

I can't get behind that stuffed dog, but the rest is fine, although it seems a bit dusty.

So, there you go, now you've gotten the lovely slideshow in it's entirety and you didn't even have to read the stupid article.