"Trees are your best antiques"
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"Trees are your best antiques" is the kind of line that looks quaint until you notice the quiet provocation baked into it. Alexander Smith, writing in a 19th-century Britain dazzled by industrial growth and newly prosperous middle-class taste, flips the status symbol. Antiques were becoming a consumer language: proof you had money, lineage, refinement, a story attached to your furniture. Smith offers a rival pedigree that can’t be bought at an auction.
The intent is partly aesthetic, partly moral. Trees carry age without the smugness of possession. They’re "old" in a way that refuses the parlor game of connoisseurship; no one can polish a century into them or fake their provenance. Calling them antiques smuggles nature into the marketplace vocabulary, then quietly sabotages it. If the best antiques are alive, then the whole fetish for dead objects starts to look a little absurd, even cramped.
The subtext is also national and ecological before "ecological" had its modern sheen. An old tree marks continuity in a landscape being rearranged by railways, mills, and urban sprawl. It’s heritage you don’t inherit from a family tree but from the actual one outside, insisting on a longer timeline than fashion, than profit, even than human plans.
Smith’s line works because it’s concise enough to sound like a compliment to taste while actually rewiring taste: reverence shifts from what you own to what you live alongside.
The intent is partly aesthetic, partly moral. Trees carry age without the smugness of possession. They’re "old" in a way that refuses the parlor game of connoisseurship; no one can polish a century into them or fake their provenance. Calling them antiques smuggles nature into the marketplace vocabulary, then quietly sabotages it. If the best antiques are alive, then the whole fetish for dead objects starts to look a little absurd, even cramped.
The subtext is also national and ecological before "ecological" had its modern sheen. An old tree marks continuity in a landscape being rearranged by railways, mills, and urban sprawl. It’s heritage you don’t inherit from a family tree but from the actual one outside, insisting on a longer timeline than fashion, than profit, even than human plans.
Smith’s line works because it’s concise enough to sound like a compliment to taste while actually rewiring taste: reverence shifts from what you own to what you live alongside.
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