I occasionally hear people say that a decorator cannot
be a serious antiques collector. I even had one client who bought 18th
century furniture from me, but stopped consulting me the day he saw some modern
furniture at my place - as if an appreciation of a Mies van der Rohe armchair
prevented enjoyment of any earlier furniture.
Such people prefer to safeguard the past - rather than
acquire contemporary art or furniture that will enhance the harmony of their
surroundings. They seem to forget that the greatest artisans and artists of the
18th century were actually the decorators of their time. An example is
Juste-Aurele Meissonier, a goldsmith who also made chairs and paneling.
This attitude betrays a need for security or
possession. The only reason to buy is to invest money and to possess. Some
collectors are people who have been disappointed in life. Since they've been
unable to possess the beauty and love of a human being, they turn to objects.
And in buying them - for very high prices - they give themselves the illusion
of possessing the creators of those objects, of owning beauty. This quest for
objects can sometimes become an obsession, almost a morbid one.
But the art lover who decorates for himself is a
person who loves life. He buys without thinking of the investment angle, simply
because an object appeals to his artistic sense. I have clients who spend
fortunes on paintings, but don't own a single piece of furniture of great
value. Yet their homes reveal more good taste and harmony than the spaces of
many collectors who have merely accumulated things.
I have always been struck by the link between talent
in one artistic field and other fields. When Christian Dior died, he left a
collection of modern paintings and 18th century furniture of
exceptional quality, which he had put together in just a few years.
Some people will object, saying that beauty is
nevertheless beauty. They're convinced that whatever the period in question,
and whatever the nature of its economic and social evolution, there are
absolute and universal criteria for beauty. They believe in an intrinsic quality.
For me, "eternal beauty" and "absolute beauty" are myths.
Values considered the most absolute are utterly subject to fashion. Even the
greatest artists and the greatest artistic movements, such as Greek Antiquity
or the Renaissance, have suffered periods of neglect and misunderstanding.
Andre Malraux distinguished between
"decorative" arts and real creation. For him the decorative arts,
like Roman art, reflect the way of life and the tastes of a time and a place. But
any art object may lose its profound meaning for the people of a later
civilization.
This is why I prefer to distinguish between functional art and gratuitous art (nonfunctional). Functional art aims at some
concrete use: easy chairs, chests, soup tureens, and musical instruments are
functional art objects. Nonfunctional art includes painting, sculpture, and so
forth. The evolution of functional art reflects economic, technical, and social
changes, but nonfunctional art profoundly echoes the philosophical atmosphere
of a period.
Each period has particularly excelled in one type. The
Middle Ages marked a peak in religious art, whereas the 18th century
attained perfection in the functional art of furniture. In time, every type of functional art tends
to become nonfunctional. Objects designed for daily use centuries ago are now
collectors' items or museum pieces.
When a client asks me if he will be quite comfortable
in a Louis XV easy chair, I advise him that he'd be better off buying one of
the shell armchairs of the American designer, Charles Eames. The Louis XV easy
chair was designed for people who were much more active than we, and does not
meet today's standards of comfort. It should be bought for its aesthetic qualities,
as an objet d'art. The same is true of an inlaid chest, which is much less practical
for keeping shirts than an integrated closet.
Clients often ask me what I would keep if I had to
part with all but one piece. Tough choice!
The older I get, the more eclectic my taste becomes. A Louis XV armchair
pleases me as much as a modem painting.
So the object I would choose to keep is the one I do
not yet know, the one I will discover tomorrow. My greatest pleasure is the
pleasure of discovery.