Thursday, April 10, 2014

Bumping Into That Vision In White

Somewhere in Queens

We didn't have anything like this.  None of our neighbors in the courtyard had anything like this.  The socialist, more modern families who lived in the high-rise co-ops definitely didn't.

But, lining the Bowery, interspersed between rococo chandeliers and deco dining room sets were these spectacular bursts of ceramics.  Me, B. and Cindy knew they were meant for something grander than the apartments we lived in. 

They were meant for houses where only one family lived and there were extra rooms you didn't go in except for when company came.

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