19th C. French Foxed Mirror
I’ve joked a lot that I prefer mirrors that you can’t see a thing in—where foxing takes over and deterioration and age become art. That’s partly because I prefer to think of time as the real artist, and party because when you can’t totally see yourself, you get to focus on how you feel. Not how you want to look, or how if you just changed this one tiny thing, but how you feel—in this moment. Just right now.
This beauty is as much a piece of art as it is a mirror; it’s the perfect statement piece.
53.5 H x 32 W, France
Local pick up, or get in touch for a shipping quote: freaksnewyork@gmail.com.
I’ve joked a lot that I prefer mirrors that you can’t see a thing in—where foxing takes over and deterioration and age become art. That’s partly because I prefer to think of time as the real artist, and party because when you can’t totally see yourself, you get to focus on how you feel. Not how you want to look, or how if you just changed this one tiny thing, but how you feel—in this moment. Just right now.
This beauty is as much a piece of art as it is a mirror; it’s the perfect statement piece.
53.5 H x 32 W, France
Local pick up, or get in touch for a shipping quote: freaksnewyork@gmail.com.
I’ve joked a lot that I prefer mirrors that you can’t see a thing in—where foxing takes over and deterioration and age become art. That’s partly because I prefer to think of time as the real artist, and party because when you can’t totally see yourself, you get to focus on how you feel. Not how you want to look, or how if you just changed this one tiny thing, but how you feel—in this moment. Just right now.
This beauty is as much a piece of art as it is a mirror; it’s the perfect statement piece.
53.5 H x 32 W, France
Local pick up, or get in touch for a shipping quote: freaksnewyork@gmail.com.