I wouldn’t’ recommend reading Freedom by the diffuse glow of a vintage Chevy headlight, but it sure looks good on a coffee table.
Last year, lighting dealer Peter Breese recalls, he told his wife, “that’s it, after this year we’re done.” Prized antique finds like an obverse- and reverse-painted table lamp, executed on an amber blank so that the sunset appeared that much more golden ($4,000), and a 1920s Classique lamp ($2,495) were gathering dust.
At around the same time, Breese started tinkering with a four-arm cluster light he’d found in a corner of his Junction store, Eclectic Revival. The store basement is a warehouse of orphaned components because, “like most dealers,” Breese says, “it’s like a disease. It’s like women with shoes, or for some guys it’s car parts.” He scavenged some sockets, screwed a few reproduction Edison bulbs in (without shades, to show off the decorative amber filament), hung it in the window and turned it on.
It sold almost immediately...