My father's 1950's quartz crystal Carole Stupell lamp had been sitting on the floor in the apt for the last 4 years since his death when I decided that, no, I wasn't going to sell it. Keeping it? I would have to find a place for it. That meant making the antique oak table behind the desk disappear. So I did: I donated the table to Housing Works on Columbus Avenue—the very same place where I picked it up about 15 years ago.
I had Pedestal Source make a 30 inch tall base on casters that fit snuggly up against the wide bookcase near the window: the idea being the lamp would warm up a corner of a room that only receives cool northern rays. The nice thing is that I can move the pedestal to access books and scores. I am really pleased with it. Pedestal Source does beautiful work.
The shade was restored by Just Shades on Spring Street here in New York City. I took the original frame (which had been covered in worn teal colored silk) to Joan with 2 yards of caramel colored silk from Mood Fabrics in Midtown—then waited a month for it to return. There was a snag however: as they were laminating the fabric at the factory, it became clear that there was a defect that would show on the front. Oops! So back I went to midtown to hunt down the bolt, which was unrolled to the beginning for 3 clean yards. Another month went by and I got the call to pick the new shade up—the pedestal arriving only a few days later. Happy Man.
So here we are with a huge Hollywood Regency (or would that be Palm Beach Modern?) statement in a quite modest Manhattan apt—the quartz crystals soaking up the energy of the City and beaming back light. Something like that anyway, right? Or just looking pretty nifty.
I love the thing: the undulating shade, the gold, the sparkle, and the remembrance of my father digging it out from the back of an antique shop at the Golden Nugget Flea market in Lambertville, New Jersey. He bargaining it down to nothing. Uncanny that. He loved beautiful baroque things.
So do I.