Style Scout: Winter Antiques Show

Ah yes, the annual Winter Antiques Show. Where it seems like everyone has a British accent, and one is required to look his or her best and have a glass of champagne in his or her hand at all times. Okay, so maybe it isn’t required, but I pretend it is because it’s more fun that way.


Anyway, I went this year and as always, the show did not disappoint. I had intentionally worn a sleeveless dress because I had just gotten a new tattoo. One of the women handing out programs looked to be in her late 60s and spotted my tattoos (I nearly have a sleeve on one arm now, and I’m not sorry about it, Grandma Sherry! :P). She immediately asked me what my occupation was. I told her I was a musician, and she started jumping up and down excitedly and asked if I was a punk musician. No, in fact my music is quite the opposite… But it was ridiculously charming that this woman loved the prospects of me being a punk musician.


The very first booth that caught my eye was this spunky little hot pink, black, and white one displaying tiny folk art portraits contrasted with modern digital photos printed to be the same size and shape of those on the wall opposite them. The owner of the booth, Elle Shushan, reminded me of a combination of Iris Apfel and Edna Mode from the Incredibles.










I kept walking, and the second thing that caught my eye was THIS freaky thing by Richard Notkin. I should mention that I enjoyed viewing these items while pretending that the catalog numbers next to them were their prices. In my fantasy world, I’ll take two of these tea sets, please.



Here’s Gregori Maiofis’ “Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows,” which I also loved.







Here’s another couple of Beth Katleman sculptures: Sailor Boy and Nymph and Fountain.









Okay, but here’s when my heart dropped into my stomach and my wallet ached in fear that I might really try to buy something. Cecil Beaton’s photos of Audrey Hepburn:





(Sorry about the blurry photo, I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to be taking them, and I panicked.)


Here’s where I really started considering my finances, though:






Yeah, that’s Audrey Hepburn with her Yorkie. My muse with my dog’s muse. I don’t understand why I don’t just have $5,000 at my disposal at ALL TIMES for things like this. Oh that’s right. I just graduated from NYU. Moving on.


(Note from the editor: Before moving on, we just wanted to show our readers exactly how similar Style Scout Tiger Darrow and Audrey Hepburn actually are...



 ... now we can move on.)


But LOOK at this.





Ugh. Sigh.


Here's Gregori Maiofis' "Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows," which I also loved. 





This is me pretending that this diamond-encrusted winged tiara costs $188.





I should also mention that my friend, Sarah, accompanied me to this shindig. She was fond of these vintage ice skates because she’s hipster as hell (and I guess they’re cool too, since they’re from 1860 and all).





Here’s something more “morbid” that I loved. A pair of anatomical horse paintings by G. Vifinara in 1845!





But just to the right of those paintings was this guy who was on SO many drugs, he thought he’d made a wrong turn on his way to Burning Man. (AKA Carved Oak Bust of Major John Andre—1750-1780).






He has NO idea what’s going on.


I was also partial to this hollow, copper gong by Harry Bertoia, which I will be shelling out my $190,000 for AS




And here’s “Paradox” by Keld Moseholm, which was pretty surprising and goofy.




Also, if my soul had a face (other than mine—but do souls really have physical faces? Now I’m gonna have to meditate real hard on that idea…), it would be this one. I feel like this little girl understands me.AP.





But I also kept coming back to this painting. Not for the little girl, but for…









The description of the painting says “poodle,” but I’m not 100% on that.


Also, take a look at this




First of all, this painting reminded me of my sister when mom used to make her pose for pictures when she was younger. But the real champion here is the person who named the painting.





There are SO MANY ADJECTIVES in that title! Somewhere out there, there is a very proud elementary school English teacher.


And then, as you leave (or as you enter, depending on which direction you look/walk), you see Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux’s “La Negresse” because these people just wanted to show off





            Obviously, I haven’t even begun to skim the surface of what the show had to offer, but that really would have been impossible (unless you’d just like to see the catalog, which I now have three of). Sarah and I enjoyed the evening, and all of the vendors/booth owners were EXTREMELY knowledgeable and charming (I’m glad I didn’t have a bigger wallet). Hopefully next year I’ll have won the Powerball before I go!


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