The good china belongs on Tuesday.
Still Life is a romantic, historically curious approach to the table; built from vintage objects, old domestic rituals, handmade textiles, and a little weirdness.
I collect pieces that have already lived: mismatched china, tarnished silver, embroidered linens, peculiar serving implements, sculptural glassware, and the sorts of small domestic objects whose original purpose has nearly been forgotten. Some are offered individually; others become part of richly layered tables, picnic baskets, and heirloom commissions.
This isn’t about recreating the past perfectly or saving beautiful things for special occasions. It’s about bringing them back into use, mixing the precious with the ordinary, allowing old objects to acquire new stories, and giving ourselves permission to romanticize daily life.
The Still Life aesthetic is beautiful but not merely pretty; nostalgic but not conservative; collected but never too polished. Think candlelight, rumpled linen, strange little birds, a table set with intention, and the feeling that something interesting is about to happen.
Everything here is selected by me in Philadelphia, with reverence for the idea and irreverence toward the object.
Old things. Old skills. The case for keeping both.