We are such a buy it immediately and toss it quickly culture that it seems so otherworldly to know where your food comes from; nevertheless know where your furniture, glassware, and rugs come from! But not Michael, he can tell you the backstory on everything he owns, it’s incredible.
Upon entering his house it is like walking into a perfectly curated museum. There is a place for everything and everything is in its place. The rooms in his home are balanced, clean, and full of energy.
As he was touring my friend Sara and I around, we would complement him, oh! What a lovely rug!
Thank you, he would say. I bought it from Samuel Sparrow’s Scottish family farm where they use every part of the animal.
What gorgeous glasses! We would gush again.
Again, thank you! All of the glasses and dishware are vintage or antique. The glasses you are using now are vintage Venetian from the 1930’s to the 1970’s.
We would be eating dinner, by candlelight, and look up at a stunning chandelier, and of course Michael knew that it was 18th century French from the directoire period after the revolution.
So my question is when did people stop being like Michael and start being more like... well, me?
I’m sure it is a really tough question to answer, but I have a feeling it has a lot to do with outsourced labor and large scale productionism. But why would you pay $2000 for a vintage sofa that you will keep for the rest of your life when you could pay $500 for one at Ikea and throw it out when it gets dirty or when you want a change? Why would you want breakable beautiful glasses when you could get cheap ones that you don't care about when they break?
Michael has inspired me to only put things in my home that are beautiful, durable, and special and this inspiration could not have come at a better time. I am moving next week and selling basically everything I own to start fresh, live minimally, and curate everything that I put into my home. No crappy, cheap furniture. Just beautiful, high-quality, and handmade furniture so that I can say, oh-you like my headboard, it was made by (insert name) in Brooklyn from reclaimed wood from a barn in upstate (somewhere). Or, you like my nightstand? I made it myself from pallets that I collected from the trash in NYC. That, my friends, is awesome.