a few weeks ago, i got this old steamer trunk to use as a tv stand. and since then, i've thought long and hard about where this piece has come from. so far, i know it belonged to a man named johan. he may or may not be related to a certain someone i know. he came over to america with this trunk, lined with blue velvet on the inside, with all the clothes he could stand to take with him. maybe he lived in new york his whole life, or maybe he left family and the trunk behind when he decided to move south for warmer weather. or west to make a better life. the trunk was passed from person to person. some used it, some kept it in the basement of their brooklyn brownstone. eventually one sold it to make some money. and there it sat in the store day after day, discounted and discounted, hoping someone would take it home. and one day it finally was - brought down one block to a new home, where it will sit, telling a new story each day. and perhaps this time when it's owner moves it will go south, too.
and that, my friends, is why i love antique furniture.