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R. Conrad/The New York Times
Ceramic portrait bust of an African-American man by P. W.
McAdam at Giampietro.
By HOLLAND COTTER found at http://www.nytimes.com
This was once the hands-down swellest event of its kind in the New York
season, but it has competition now. Lots. The Seventh Regiment Armory has
functioned as a glorified loading dock for all kinds of shows, coming and going,
with specialty items like the International Asian Art Fair and the Tribal and
Textile Arts Show generating serious incandescence.
Actually, one thing that keeps the Winter Antiques Show distinctive is
variety. While it tilts heavily in an 18th- and 19th-century Euro-American
direction, there's a little something for everyone. Asian art? Got it. African?
Check. Italian Renaissance? Ma, certo. You're in the mood for a Egyptian faience
pectoral of the winged goddess Isis, circa 1069-715 B.C.? Step right this way.
Rupert Wace Ancient Art from London awaits you.
Indeed, you'll bump into several goddesses as you hike the miles of aisles.
One is the never-ever-antique Audrey Hepburn, seen in a signed photograph at
Kenneth W. Rendell, purveyor of "historical letters, manuscripts and
documents," where she shares space with Josephine Baker, Susan B. Anthony
and Marie Antoinette.
And the Winter Antiques Show - often called the East Side show for the
charity it benefits, the East Side House Settlement in the South Bronx - looks
different from other armory shows. In fact, it set the model for most of them,
and then brashly pumped that model up.
Other fairs have booths; this one has architectural structures and furnished
interiors: shops, parlors, floor-through salons, with nooks and crannies to peer
into and corners to peek around. All is tidy and trim. What's clutter in other
shows is cluster here. Yes, it can get a bit too ye olde. But life is short;
someone had fun; snippiness would be mean.
Besides, the look changes from year to year, adding a crucial element of
novelty, even suspense, to the proceedings. The element of surprise helps
compensate for a comparative shortage, at least this year, of truly
blockbusterish objects. In other words, in place of eight-digit price tags, you
get material muchness and a heady atmosphere of edging-over-the-top largess.
The effort pays off. Last night, with support from Elle Décor magazine,
organ of "the new generation of affluence," the show held its famously
fancy kickoff bash. Today, it's open for business, but still dressed up for fun.
Where to begin? Walk a few steps straight ahead from the entrance to see that
Egyptian goddess I mentioned. Or alternatively, make a hard left to look for a
case of antique rings - Hunnish, Spanish, Merovingian - at Les Enluminures, and
a mint's worth of old British silver at S. J. Shrubsole.
But before moving on, a thought about terminology, which also means attitude.
Most, if not all, of the objects that were called antiques 50 years ago are
called art now. The objects haven't changed; we have. We are less uptight, or we
should be, about all those old-time hierarchies: art versus craft, high versus
low, etc. Sculptures, rings, teapots, photographs: they're all art to me, or can
be. Just so you know.
Onward. A good example of the flair for installation on which the show prides
itself is visible at Elle Shushan, who has artfully turned her wee space into an
evocation of the Gallier House, a New Orleans landmark that inspired the setting
for Anne Rice's "Interview With the Vampire." The historic house,
built in 1857, is said to be haunted, and Ms. Shushan has supplied some ghosts
of her own in the form of portrait miniatures.
Among several impressive American booths - Hirschl & Adler, Peter and
Jeffrey Tillou, Frank and Barbara Pollack - my other favorites were also small
ones. Jan Whitlock has transformed a cramped corner into a companionable room
with a bed, a fireplace and funky "Peaceable Kingdom" rug.
And Stephen and Carol Huber have cooked up a kind of walk-in treasure chest
of early American samplers, most made by girls learning to be little women.
"Remember me, nor my words despise. The only happy are the wise." So
stitched the sagacious, syntax-stretching Belinda Crosby, age 11, in Brookline,
N.H., in 1827.
Such objects used to be consigned to the craft, not-art, compartment, but
they just won't stay there anymore. Nor will the fantastic ceramic portrait -
self-portrait? - bust of an African-American man by P. W. McAdam at Giampietro.
Or the remarkable set of eight chairs made around 1902 by Charles Rohlfs of
Buffalo and seen at Geoffrey Diner. Skinny and squat (a weird combination), they
are seats with the presence of sculptures. Why can't they be both? They can.
They are.
And before leaving the Americas, there are two more important New World
stops. One is Throckmorton, to see ancient Mesoamerican sculptures. Wonderful.
The other is Donald Ellis, a Canadian gallery specializing in North American
Indian art.
The Ellis display style - white box, no frills - is an oasis of visual
clarity. And the art is beyond beautiful, from an early 19th-century carved wood
mask from British Columbia, to a Southern Plains hide shirt painted with images
of a moon, a star and a river filled with floating trees the shape and colors of
autumn leaves. The shirt was made around 1890 for the Ghost Dance, a ritual
developed by a weakened Plains people in a last, desperate, mystical effort to
ward off destruction by United States government forces. If ever a single
garment could do something to deepen the still-shallow discourse about
fashion-as-art, this one could.
Now for a dash across the pond, first to the dungeony booth of Peter Finer of
London, bristling with swords, pistols and other guyware, an armory within the
Armory. At Richard Philip we touch down in Italy with two 15th-century panel
paintings - one of the hawkish archangel Michael - attributed to Benvenuto di
Giovanni. And at Elinor Gordon Gallery, we're in China, or on the high seas
between China and everywhere else.
Ms. Gordon, at the top of the field in Chinese export porcelain, has been
part of the Winter Antiques Show since Day 1, 52 years ago. Her capacious booth
is a solid, unfussy, unfancy wall of hand-painted cups and plates in which
entire cultures, East and West, melt together. I grew up with such fascinating
material; because my mother, a person of superb and adventurous taste, adores
it. Seeing it here is like coming home.
And I'll bet something in this show works like that for you. Do teensy clocks
or cheeky brooches make you a little weepy? Head for A La Vieille Russie.
Nymph-shaped fountains? Barbara Israel Garden Antiquities is your destiny.
Carolle Thibaut-Pomerantz has wall-to-wall wallpaper (antique, of course).
Keshishian has carpets floor to ceiling; it's like a Royal Aubusson womb.
But it's the American stuff that gets you where you live. Only the weather
vane in the shape of the Dove of Peace from George Washington's home at Mount
Vernon will do. Great news! It's here. Bad news. It's part of a special Mount
Vernon loan exhibition installed near the front of the armory - a charmer of a
show, by the way - and not for sale.
So you'll have to be content with looking. And while at it, why not do some
thinking, about what makes art "art," and why we have the batty,
priority-scrambling passion for it that we do. This passion took me by surprise
in my own reaction to one of the rings in that case at Les Enluminures.
This one, plain and pretty, is 17th-century English and made of gold. Its
only ornament is an inscription inside the band: "Providence divine hath
made thee mine." For a split second, the covetous part of me read those
words as being addressed to the ring itself. But no. They must be from a lover.
Both work.
The 52nd Annual Winter Antiques Show runs through Jan. 29 at the Seventh
Regiment Armory, 643 Park Avenue, at 67th Street. Daily, noon to 8 p.m.; Sundays
and Thursday afternoon to 6 p.m. Daily admission: $20; (718) 292-7392, www.winterantiquesshow.com.
