Everybody collects something.
I appreciate the dedication of the true collector, and the beautiful results. I know that collecting is preservation for the future. But, a confession: I don’t truly comprehend that drive to build, edit, and improve a collection. Some of us are architecture people, I guess, and others are objects people. I love to tour old houses, of any age, restored or decrepit. But so often old houses are owned by serious collectors, and once again I’ll find myself guided through an extraordinary display—of furniture, ceramics, textiles, or liqueurs—while smiling witlessly in the hopes of hiding my ignorance, and my impatience to get back to examining the carved newel or cracked plaster. I myself do have one very small Collection: of Depression glass. The rhyme and reason behind it: (1) I had…