Curating Relics as T.W.A. Nears Departure
If midcentury modern is your thing, you probably covet an Eames chair. If you're into Pop Art, you'll want a Warhol. For photography connoisseurs, it may be an Edward Weston. But I'm not interested in any of that stuff. I'm going for the airport look. Specifically, a T.W.A. departure lounge, circa 1962.
I realize this seems odd at a time when air travel has become about as stylish as submarine duty. Nevertheless, my apartment is increasingly decorated in a style you might call midcentury airborne. A pair of small plastic Boeing 707's sit on my desk, alongside a Trans World Airlines swizzle stick with a streaking-707 silhouette. A mid-50's travel poster promoting T.W.A. flights to France hangs in my foyer. On the study wall is a lithograph of an early-60's T.W.A. 707. In the bathroom, my Q-Tips are kept in a vintage T.W.A. coffee cup.
I have a hard time explaining my addiction. I don't think it's an affaire de kitsch, and I'm not practical enough to think of T.W.A. objects as sound investments. It can't be nostalgia: I've never even flown on T.W.A.