13 Mart 2012 Salı

Vintage candir...

Bazen Ikea'dan aldigim ve her evde var oldugunu bildigim tabagi, canagi, bardagi, ivir ziviri cope atip, vintage parcalar toplamak, onlarla yasamak istiyorum. Bu istek, bit pazarindan aldigim 4 adet cay fincaniyla takim halinde aldigim 12 adet yemek tabagini kullanmaya basladigimda iyice artti. Gecen haftaki bit pazari cikarmasinda topladigim ganimetler arasinda, gumus parcali cam surahi, Limoges porseleni bir kultablasi, 1904 yilina ait Nippon porseleni bir sekerlik ve tahminimce, 1930'li yillara ait art deco bir parfum sisesi vardi.

Annem antika parcalari ya vitrinlere doldururdu ya da kimsenin ulasamadigi yerlere. Bana gore, tabak tabaktir, dekoratif amacla yapilmadiysa eger icine yemek konup yenmek icin yapilmistir ve bu anlamda da kullanilmalidir -tabi ki bol camasir suyuyla yikandiktan sonra. Sonra o tabaktan yemek yerken, o tabaklarin daha once bulundugu koca ziyafet sofralarini, o tabaklardan yemek yemis insanlari, yemekten sonra o tabaklari yikayan mutfak onluklu kadini hayal etmenin verdigi zevk bambaskadir. O narin tabakta vakt-i zamaninda "chicken cordon bleu" yenmis olma ihtimali ve yine o ayni tabakta sizin bugun sucuklu yumurta yiyor olmaniz.. Eglenceli fantaziler bunlar.


I sometimes want to get rid of every little Ikea piece I have in common with a couple of million people in the world. I wanna live with unique vintage pieces instead. I've always had a thing for the vintage clothing but this is a new page. Since I've bought a pile of 12 plates with 4 matching teacups at my local flea market, my vintage craze took a new dimension.  Couple of weeks after the local flea market, we've drove to another flea market, slightly further away in town and scored a glass pitcher with a silver lid, French Limoges porcelain ashtray, an art deco perfume bottle and a 1904 Nippon bowl with lid. 

My antique obsession must be genetic, my mom had a pretty good collection herself, except she never allowed anyone touch them. Her vintage pieces were always displayed behind custom-made vitrines or hung high above on the walls. I believe that a plate is a plate and is made for eating out of. Plus the odd fantasies while eating out that plate totally adds to the experience. I love imagining the fine ladies and gents, gathered around in their fancy clothes for a dinner party eating chicken cordon bleu or boeuf bourguignon out of the same plates I've now filled with eggs and sausages.  

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