tiffany favrile

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Today on VERSO, art curator Chad Alligood talks about a few of his favorite objects going on view this coming Saturday in the new exhibition “Tiffany Favrile Glass: Masterworks from the Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott” (Oct. 7, 2017–Feb. 26, 2018).

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Tiffany Studios,
Flowerform Vase, Favrile glass, 19 × 6 in. Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott, © David Schlegel, courtesy of Paul Doros. Image courtesy of The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.

Tiffany Studios, Peacock Vase, Favrile glass, 11 7/8 × 5 3/8 in. Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott, © David Schlegel, courtesy of Paul Doros. Image courtesy of The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.

Tiffany Studios, Aquamarine Vase, Favrile glass, 17 1/8 × 6 in. Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott, © David Schlegel, courtesy of Paul Doros. Image courtesy of The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens.

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Exhibition coming this fall—

Tiffany Favrile Glass: Masterworks from the Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott

Thirty-two exquisite glass vases designed by Louis Comfort Tiffany, on loan from a private collection, will be featured in an exhibition opening this fall. “Tiffany Favrile Glass: Masterworks from the Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott” will survey the full range of Tiffany’s Favrile glass vase production, from experimental pieces made in the 1890s to the widely-admired peacock vases produced in the early years of the 20th century. The exhibition opens Oct. 7, 2017, and continues through Feb. 26, 2018, in the Virginia Steele Scott Galleries of American Art.

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images:
Tiffany Studios,
Cypriote Vase, Favrile glass, 14 ½ × 7 in. Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott, © David Schlegel, courtesy of Paul Doros.

Tiffany Studios, Gooseneck Peacock Vase, Favrile glass, 11 5/8 × 3 5/8 in. Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott, © David Schlegel, courtesy of Paul Doros.

Tiffany Studios, Peacock Vase, Favrile glass, 11 7/8 × 5 3/8 in. Collection of Stanley and Dolores Sirott, © David Schlegel, courtesy of Paul Doros.

Majestic chapter 2

Ch 1 found here https://archiveofourown.org/works/12505144/chapters/28470916


1890′s AU aboard the RMS Majestic and eventually at the World’s Fair in Chicago!
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Mr. Holmes handed his hat to the attendant upon entering the dining hall. The Tiffany Favrile chandeliers moved ever so slightly as the ship bobbed through the ocean.

“Mr. Holmes,” the man bowed ever so slightly. “Dr. Watson has not arrived yet sir. May I escort you to your table?”

“Not at present. I am searching for a couple whose acquaintance I made earlier this day. A Thomas and Margaret?” Sherlock asked, wrinkling his brow in question.

“Ah yes. Thomas Marshall and Margaret Hooper. They are of course seated with Dr. and Mrs. Rogers, and Lord and Lady Cunningham.  Shall I escort you sir?”

“No thank you. If you would kindly point me in their direction I would be much obliged.”

The attendant pointed over to the port side of the hall, near the staircase. Sherlock spotted the pair. Thomas was wound up like a clock, he could tell from this far back; gulping down a neat scotch. Margaret though, she was beaming. She was excitedly talking with her hands and directing her attention to one of the gentleman at the table. Curious. Was Thomas jealous? Sherlock studied the scene more carefully. No. Angry and embarrassed. Eager to leave. And Margaret; was she interested in this gentleman she was speaking to? No. No physical signs of arousal, peaked curiosity though. Whatever she was speaking to this man about, she was very passionate.

Sherlock had moved close enough at this point to hear at this point.

“Indeed Dr. Hooper. I know what I am about to say may seem radical and unpopular, but I wholeheartedly agree with you. As a man, there is only so much I can learn in the books about female conditions. Whereas you have firsthand experience with them. I for one welcome the fairer sex into our occupation.” The man who Sherlock surmised was Dr. Rogers stated, raised his glass.

Margaret smiled and raised hers towards him as well.

“Dr. Hooper.” Thomas scoffed and downed the rest of his drink.

Sherlock wanted to throw that glass in his face.

Molly looked down and away, her cheeks flushed in anger. Her eyes were becoming glassy.

“Lord and Lady Cunningham!” Sherlock yelled cheerfully towards the table.

The older couple turned to look towards him.

“So nice to see you again.” Sherlock stuck out his hand towards the older man. “We met at my parent’s estate, Musgrave, some years ago.”

“Mr. Holmes.” Lady Cunningham said, seeming to remember the family name that the estate was associated with.

“Ah Mr. Holmes! Wonderful to see you. You were a boy when we last met. I see that memory is as good as ever.” Lord Cunningham gripped his hand firmly and turned to the rest of the table.

Sherlock smiled. He had never met these people before in his life; however he knew that they would not chance looking like they had forgotten another member of the peerage.

“Please, everyone, this is the son of Lord and Lady Holmes. Mr…?”

“Sherlock.” He took a moment to make eye contact with everyone at the table, stopping when he met Margaret’s gaze. “Sherlock Holmes.” He bowed slightly.

Lord Cunningham took it upon himself to make the introductions. “Here we have Dr. And Mrs. Rogers, and Thomas Marshall and his fiancé, Dr. Margaret Hooper.”

If Thomas had any inclination to scoff once more, he wisely kept it to himself.

“Two doctors at one table? What a delight. I am also traveling with a Dr. John Watson. I am expecting him to join me any moment.”

Mrs. Rogers joined the conversation, “What do you do, Mr. Holmes?”

“I am the world’s only consulting detective. I’m traveling to Chicago to help the police officers there.” Sherlock responded.

“Consulting detective? That is not an occupation.” Thomas slurred across the table.

“Oh I assure you, it is. They give me money and everything. And in what profession are you gainfully employed Mr. Marshall?”

“I’m a banker.” Thomas puffed out his chest ever so slightly.

Lord Cunningham took this opportunity to cut off the pissing contest before it grew out of control.

“Well Mr. Holmes, we hope to see more of you this week. Will you be taking in the theater tomorrow evening?”

Sherlock took a moment to flick his eyes towards Margaret. She was waiting to see what his answer would be.
“Indeed I shall.” He responded.

“Sherlock?” A smaller man approached, his mustache twitching.

“Ah, the aforementioned Dr. John Watson has arrived. I shall take leave of you and I look forward to seeing much more of all of you this week. Gentleman. Ladies.” He once again made eye contact with Margaret. He turned to join Dr. Watson.