Word: junked
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...priest named Joseph Fesch, was busy collecting art. Pulling rank (he soon became a cardinal) Fesch acquired Dutch masters, Italian primitives and renaissance greats. Waterloo meant little to Fesch; he simply moved into the Vatican; but after that he had to rely more on his eye. Once in a junk shop he spied a cupboard with a finely painted door, even though one plank was missing. Later, he found the missing section as part of a stool. Today the picture is on view in the Vatican museum-Leonardo da Vinci's St. Jerome...
...standard is more esthetic than functional: a Louis XIV chair is often a precarious support, and a 1926 Packard roadster may be a ruinously expensive way of getting down to the supermarket. But esthetics have nothing to do with the new trend in the antique trade. Its name is "junk." True, it has to be out-of-the-ordinary junk. But to the expert spotter, every attic and old barn in the U.S. is a potential treasure-trove of salable detritus. The technique is summed up by a roadside secondhand store south of Santa Rosa, Calif., which advertises with unconscious...
...reasons for the rise of junk are not hard to find: a yearning for hand-crafted individuality in a mass-produced world, the increasing rarity of genuine antiques of all kinds, and the prohibitive cost of beautiful ones. So, as Mme. de Sévigné might have put it, "If one can't be beautiful, one can at least be amusing." And, used sparingly and with imagination, these humble relics are often amusing indeed...
...profitable trade of forging antiques has happily adapted itself to the manufacturing of old junk-so much easier than turning out an 18th century piece of marquetry. To satisfy a current craze for phrenologist's heads, an excellent fake is now circulating heavily in London and New York in three sizes. Advertising the phrenology clinic of one C. Fuller and dated 1882, the porcelain is artificially cracked in a cobweb pattern and the printing is a tastefully faded blue. One of the first of them turned up on Manhattan's Third Avenue last winter, selling...
Radio stations broadcast and rebroadcast Fidel's speeches, bookstalls are chockablock with tracts on Lenin and Marx and a grey spectrum of repair and fix-it books. "There isn't a magazine, a novel, or anything else worth reading," sighs an exasperated Cuban. "Just this junk about imperialism and stuff on what a happy place Hungary...