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photo by Jeff/hammerride
Last weekend mudcub, chrisglass, and Jeff/hammerride and I visited MoMA, and one of the exhibits we hit was Counter Space: Design & The New Kitchen, a mad smörgåsbord of all sorts of pieces from their permanent collections, eveything from a model kitchen from early 1920's Germany, to videos of performance art with foodstuffs, to Warhol's Brillo and Campbell's Soup boxes, as well as numerous kitchen objects considered to have classic design, including, Jeff and I noted, the Tupperware glasses and popsicle molds we grew up with.
With three kids, I can understand why my Mom stocked the kitchen with everything plastic, and I drank out those hideous plastic glasses with the annoying rim in the palest of pastels for years. I don't think I was so much a budding aesthete as, watching my parents occasionally enjoy libations from glass glasses denied to us, drinking from glass glasses seemed adult, sophisticated, glamorous, and, well, even fun, much like smoking, drinking, and staying up past 8:00 p.m.
"When I grow up," I thought to myself, "I will only have glass glasses in the house." And I do, except for one brushed stainless steel glass that I use in the bathroom, that itself is so perfect that it, too, should have been in this design collection, and so durable I will be able to pass it down to any grand-nephews.