Lot 132: DAUM Important tubular vase with conical neck on pedestal.
Est: â‚¬18,000 – â‚¬20,000
â‚¬18,000 0 bids
OGER – BLANCHET
July 2, 2020, 2:30 PM CET
Important tubular vase with conical neck on ringed pedestal. Made in purple and white marbled glass. Decorated with violets etched with acid and entirely enhanced with natural polychrome enamel. Lower part and pedestal decorated with engraved leaves and insects enhanced with gilding.
Signed in gold under the base.
High. : 70 cm
Similar to model presented by Daum Establishments at the Nancy International Exhibition in 1909.
I get lots of auction notices by email.
I’d buy this one for my wife like a shot, except not for â‚¬18,000, alas!
Artist or Maker
Northern Italy, circa / after 1810, design tentatively attributed to Karl-Friedrich Schinkel.
Thinly worked white Carrara marble.
Patinated and partially filled older crack (possibly caused during production) to the upper edge, circa 11 cm.
Cf. a design for a stembowl by Karl Friedrich Schinkel with a similarly broad cuppa (so-called Beuth-Dish) in cat.: Karl Friedrich Schinkel. Geschichte und Poesie, Berlin-Munich 2012, cat. 173, illus. 3.
Provenance English aristocratic ownership.
A lovely object, but terribly pricey for a Garden Urn.
A sprawling Art Deco reinforced concrete building, casually tucked away in the quiet backstreets of Parisâ€™ 13th arrondissement, has been guarding the furnishings of government buildings and royal residences since the dawn of the Second World Warâ€¦
Behind its bunker-thick walls, youâ€™ll find everything from the 82 foot-long 17th century carpet that was saved from the Notre Dame blaze, airing out in the main reserve, to a selection of 20th century presidential desks that reflect the changing tastes of each decade and leader.
A large inventory of Napoleonâ€™s foot stools sit under plastic sheeting beside a pre-revolutionary collection of royal vases crated away and carefully inventoried on industrial shelving. In the basement, you might find a stack a French flag poles and red carpets waiting to be pulled out of storage for Bastille Day or for the Queen of Englandâ€™s next visit.
At the same time as carefully conserving over 130,000 decorative items; the reserveâ€™s mission is also to restore and manufacture. The site is home to numerous artisanal workshops, where some of the nationâ€™s finest craftsmen are busy at work, entrusted with fixing the minor wear and tear on an antique commode from a government waiting room to restoring priceless works of art rescued from beneath the collapsing roof of a national landmark.
Watch what it can do and then remember this was all done with hand tools.
Young people who have never been in personal contact with the production of physical objects and who have been brought up to believe in the Whig Theory of History and the notion of Coueist Technological Progress inevitably suppose that machines can do everything better. In reality, if you want real precision, you build it with hand tools.
Also in the December Maine Antiques Digest Letter from London, sold at the 18-19 September last Sale 1186, the Collection of architect and scholar Professor Sir Albert Richardson, P.R.A., a patriotic Georgian Pearlware chamberpot, painted on the exterior with a band of ochre leaves within brown trailing circular branches and bands, and featuring within a bust of Napoleon accompanied by the motto: PEREAT. Let Him Perish!
The item, Lot 271, estimated to bring Â£400 – Â£600 ($610 – $900), actually fetched a whopping price of Â£6,250 ($10,081), despite a (repaired) crack across, a chip, and more than one riveted repair.
We’re planning to spend the winter at our Pennsylvania farm, something we’ve never previously done in the quarter century that we’ve owned the place.
I’ve been frequenting farm auctions recently trying to find a cheap, but useable tractor. Last Saturday, at one of these, I picked up a 1994 Ford F-250 pickup with a snowplow. We have more than a hundred yards of driveway, and I’ve been worrying about getting marooned.
At the same auction, I could not resist buying an ancient, paneled and red-painted stepback kitchen cupboard. It was in ruinous condition, missing a piece of crown molding and several drawers. It had been sitting in the farmer’s barn, demoted from the place of honor in the farmhouse kitchen generations ago, and consigned to the mercies of the mice.
Its two pieces were still massive and when it was about to be knocked down for $80, I bid $90 and bought it myself. Karen was shaking her head at me, but I told her for that price I’d be glad to put in my own barn and store tools in it.
Someday, if I find the right furniture restorer, I might have the missing bits replaced and rehabilitate it. It certainly merits it. The auctioneer, trying to drum up some more bidding, reproached the crowd for its lack of interest, describing it as the “real article” and mentioning that it has “a Centre County foot.”
If I can get Karen to take a picture, I’ll put one up sometime.
A furniture retail chain, as a promotion for British furniture, set out to find the oldest piece of furniture still in daily domestic use in Britain.
I don’t suppose their search was absolutely exhaustive, but they did find the Berkeley Bed, listed in a 1608 family inventory, used by 15th generations of the Berkeley family, and still being slept in by John Berkeley, 81, and his wife Georgina, 73, in the Great State Bedroom in Berkeley Castle, site of the presumed murder of Edward II in 1327, and the third oldest continuously-occupied castle in England after the royal fortresses of the Tower of London and Windsor Castle), and the oldest to be continuously owned and occupied by the same family.
Lady Georgina Berkeley testified to the Telegraph that: “Despite its great age, it is the most comfortable bed in the castle.”
You have to give him credit. All collecting is addictive, but Martin managed to achieve two addictions for the price of one.
I met an expat from Austria, who was able to get opium that had been prepared specifically for smoking. This is a reason why opium smoking will never come back. First, the paraphernalia is so bulky and easy to identify that thereâ€™s just no way you can hide an opium pipe and lamp under your jacket and take it around with you. Secondly, while tons and tons of opium is harvested every year in places like Afghanistan and Burma, itâ€™s all going straight to heroin. Thereâ€™s just no demand for chandu, which is what they call opium thatâ€™s been prepared specifically for smoking.
However, this Austrian was somehow able to get enough raw opium to prepare his own chandu for smoking. And I had this bright ideaâ€”bright at the time, I thought. I said to him, â€œWell, youâ€™ve got this high-quality opium for smoking, the type that isnâ€™t even being produced anymore. Youâ€™re the only one thatâ€™s got it, and Iâ€™ve got all this great, old paraphernalia, some of it in pristine condition.â€ So I asked him if heâ€™d be interested in combining the two. Over the next few years, he and I collaborated. Iâ€™d go out and visit him every month or two in the rural area where he lived, and he set aside a room in his house specifically for smoking. We decorated the room with Chinese antiques like scrolls and a traditional opium bed. …
I was going through books and getting ideas, and we tried to make it as authentic as possible. As I was still collecting and still getting different pieces of paraphernalia and pipes, I would bring them to his place and we would try them out to see how they worked. In old books, weâ€™d read about how some of the old smokers preferred a pipe whose stem was made of sugarcane to one made of bamboo, while others preferred bamboo to a pipe made of ivory. The old books said this, but why? Thatâ€™s what I wanted to know.
I was smoking so infrequently that I felt it was research. Thatâ€™s how I justified it. He and I smoked every month to two months. Everything seemed fine. I started to believe that the alarmist vocabulary you find in the old books about the evils of opium was just completely overblown. I had been smoking for years and still wasnâ€™t hooked. …
[O]pium smoking is very involved, very time-consuming. At first, thatâ€™s what I was attracted to, the whole ritual aspect of it. But then I started bringing the stuff to my apartment. Thatâ€™s when things went crazy. I went from smoking opium a couple of times a week to round-the-clock. I tried getting off the stuff, but couldnâ€™t. It was just impossible, so painful. I ended up checking into a Buddhist monastery a couple of hours north of Bangkok that specializes in treating people with addictions. …
You go through this period where itâ€™s just unbelievably good. You just think, â€œIâ€™ve discovered this great, little secret that nobody knows about.â€ And then at some point, it just turns the tables on you. You go from looking forward to it to absolutely needing it. Itâ€™s insidious the way it plays with your brain. It just makes life without the pipe, without the intoxication, seem really brutal and pointless. You get to the point where you can only relate to your smoking friends.