There are precious few ways to improve an Eames 670 rosewood lounge chair, especially when your cherished example is a down-filled, early production model. But there are even fewer chances for a heterosexual man slightly insecure in his masculinity to publicly buy a vintage pillow to decorate his house. I managed to do both this morning with the purchase of a 1981 trompe l'oeil paint tube pillow manufactured in Japan by a firm called Petit Loup, Co., Ltd. I hadn't put the pillow and the chair together when I was examining the thing at the flea market. Mercifully my mind doesn't work that way. I was occupied with how the pillow related to pop art and the soft sculpture of Claes Oldenburg. But the reds and the silver and the everyday objectness of it really light up the black leather of the chair and charge the ensemble with, uhhmm, a sense of the uncanny. On the chair, for some reason, the pillow looks like a Robert Gober sculpture. And cradling the pillow the iconic mid-century throne is rendered newly strange.
Maybe I'm grasping—but It was that kind of a day at the flea market—a real grab bag. After the pillow, I found this 1969 poster from an obscure porn film called Sisters in Leather. No where to put it, wanted to leave it, had to have it. It's the kind of thing Richard Prince would buy and figure out later how to knock off.
The cherry on top of my day, however, was this Oscar Wilde Action figure. Not worth a lot, except to someone for whom the inversion of depth and surface was a milestone in their intellectual development, and who just happened to name his one and only child Ernest. This one will hang from the christmas tree next to my other male hero: Captain Kirk.