Ichabod’s Unlikely Salon of Visual Texture

While there may be such purveyors in most markets, Mr Crane’s renowned establishment is a distinctive and splendidly-staffed Textile Gallery nonpareil. He is an eager merchant of the rare, of the impeccable, and of the painted.

Crane’s showroom swatches are drawn from gorgeously fabricated clothing, upholstery, and window treatments as depicted in paintings. The samples are divinely textural with hyper-detailed velvets, silks, tulles, Fortuny silks, taffetas, damasks, brocades. All the bolts are stunning as placed: perfectly arranged by color and “ilk of the silk”, as it were. Your senses will stirred beyond the broadest of kens and the most obscure of imaginations.

In addition to Hermione’s choices, Scalamandre and Schumacher, customers will experience the lush, visual threads of international designers:
Zoffany, Bonnat, Ingres, Parrish,  Alma-Tadema, Dvorak, Waterhouse, Rochegrosse, Hodler, Mucha, Millais, Gérôme, among myriad others. New arrivals are introduced daily.

Upcoming “Portmanteau Show” will be held on Friday, February 7. Latest introductions will be featured including the latest in several design studios. This year’s participants pay both homage and nostalgic tributes to the provocative and divine examples of 19th c. Neo-Classicism, the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, Orientalism, and Art Nouveau

Personal shoppers and models are available, including: Ann Boleyn, Jayne Mansfield, Catherine Howard, and guest floaters, Judi Dench and Amy Adams.

Ichabod’s Portmanteau of ShowPiece Piecegoods
Open 12-4, Tuesday-Friday. or By Appointment

Another Exquisite Establishment of Evelyn’s Fine Designs
Managed by one of her other Personas
It is both a privilege for us to serve you and a privilege for you to shop with us.

Please: no smoking, no beverages, no tags, and no toile du jouy .

Note to Yellow Pages: My Fingers Need to Sit Down

jean-cocteau-dans-son-atelier 1916 Moïse Kisling

Alas! My more poetic moods seem to have sadly morphed into late night silliness.

I miss Tom Snyder and Dick Cavett, and their oddly provocative, but long-gone night owl fodder. The latter always gave me motive to sneak out of my bedroom at such an hour. My father was always sound asleep on the very serious nailhead trimmed leather sofa and down for the count.

Time has fought me that “Law & Order: SVU” and “Criminal Minds” are not the solutions to my inability to sleep. However, my over-extended neuropathetic fingers are exhausted and indeed pathetic. They are weary of the keyboard.

Lord, DON’T I miss spontaneity, drive … and the ample energy and time for both!

The only prompt looming for me to wistfully retire is the possibility of my beloved scolding me.

(Image: “Jean Cocteau dans son Atelier,” by Moïse Kisling, 1916.)