Posted by: cassymuronaka | February 9, 2010

Arte de Mexico and the Trojan Horse

While I am not involuntarily imprisoned behind the giant snowdrifts of the East Coast this week, I have had a slight case of cabin fever on the West Coast, all due to California’s recent onslaught of rain.

Sunday provided one of the two spectacular days of cool, sunny weather in between rainstorms, and I was happy to leave my home and trail after my mother and sister as they participated in one of their favorite activities: looking at furniture. Because we were visiting Arte de Mexico, which stocks highly unusual original pieces and finely-detailed reproductions, it was also a perfect day for photography.

Arte de Mexico, also known as Arte International Furnishings, is tucked away on a nondescript street in the bowels of North Hollywood. From the outside, it does not look as it if contains antique doors from Moorish mansions, or red, decoupaged and lacquered Chinese desks. But it does. The prices tend to be what you would expect in a town that caters to the movie industry but so does the workmanship, since the facility includes a woodshop of craftsmen.

My sister owns a large house with high ceilings, few carpets and even fewer downstairs doors, which only serves to enhance the already ample amount of sound bouncing off the walls of her home. My sister, who can hear better than a mouse, has spent the last several months searching for a solid and attractive living door that she can use to barricade herself from her husband and televised football games, two loud teenagers and a dog who has spent all of his young life refining his own personal bark.

Arte de Mexico has a lot of doors, distressed and otherwise, but there weren’t any killer bargains the day we strolled through the premises. There are bargains to be had there, but “bargain” is a relative term in the world of home furnishings. If you need old door fixtures or extraordinary tassels, Arte de Mexico ought to be on your list of stops in the Los Angeles area. Not reasonably-priced, in my mother’s opinion, was the $1,200 throw pillow casually tossed on something that looked like Marie Antoinette’s living room couch. But for the same price, you could pick up my personal favorite, a small version of what appeared to be the Trojan Horse, built of smooth branches and towering over me by about two feet. If had $1,200 to play with that day, as well as a massive front entry foyer, I might have snapped that thing right up. The thought of the large beady horse eyes greeting visitors to my home would have made the cost of the animal worth every penny.

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Responses

  1. If you had bought the horse, how would your dogs have reacted?

  2. Well, they handled the Christmas tree pretty well….

  3. I get the feeling that Lola would not like the horse.

    • Not those eyes….


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