mini-me
In another lifetime, I interviewed for what promised to be an outwardly glamorous but probably plodding and dull position at the Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum in New York. I didn’t get the job, but my affection for the place remains: its location in the wisteria-draped Andrew Carnegie mansion is second only to its walled garden, which serves wine at tables buffeted from the Museum Mile fray.
And oh, the stuff! Cooper-Hewitt’s rooms brim with showpieces that would make Apartment Therapists weep. Its gift-shop approximation of the classic Arco Floor Lamp–cheap, witty, battery-powered–was like me on that interview: totally out of my league, but aspirational nonetheless.
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