
I’ve always liked old mirrors. Over time the silvered surface on the backside of the glass begins to fade, bubble, crumble, and blacken leaving the mirror functionless, but beautiful. The pictures here are of a recent acquisition: a large, ornate framed mirror from the 1840s. The mirror itself has the most incredible surface I’ve ever seen. There’s barely any clarity in the reflection, but I can’t think of anything I’d rather have mounted in a frame.




