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auctions, common dress, common people, fashion, history, museum collections, Museums, Rhode Island
Warning: Museum-related Digression
Not deep enough, not by half.
On November 13, Augusta Auctions held a sale in New York that included some really wonderful things, and chances are good that if you read this blog, you know about some of the items, like the British consul’s coat, some very lovely leather trousers, and my personal favorite, the Rhode Island man’s day suit.
That suit! I’ve heard about that suit from a couple of people, but I’ve never seen it in person. I’ve made a jacket from a pattern taken from the coat, but until the photos turned up on the auction site, I didn’t know what the original looked like. It’s not flashy. You think, it’s a plain brown linen suit, no big deal, until you start to look at the simple, direct construction methods (which I have seen in other Rhode Island garments), and the rather elegant lines. This seems, from the distance at which I have to observe it, very like the boy’s jacket at Connecticut Historical Society. They share similar lines, are similar in color, and probably represent the most common everyday wear of the middling sorts of southeastern New England.
Historians and curators increasingly recognize the importance of the “common everyday” people and their material world, whether it’s Jill Lepore on Jane Franklin Mecom or whoever bought this suit. There are and were more of the 99% than the 1%, and to really understand the past, we have to collect what we can to document the daily lives of the majority of the people.
So of course I wanted this suit very badly. I looked up previous auction results, I poked around in other museum’s catalogs, and looked at our own collections. I prepared a case statement and took it to the Board committee that oversees Collections– when we spend large sums, we have to get approval. The Board committee authorized me to bid, but set a limit based on our acquisitions budget, which is funded from prior sales of duplicate or unrelated material in our collection. (Things like 20th century oriental rugs and mid-Atlantic corner cupboards– we can’t use them, they weren’t made or used in Rhode Island, but were acquired to furnish our house museum, until it was over-furnished. Then we went through a lengthy and formal deaccession process.)
Watching the online bidding, I could tell the sale was hot: there were folks with deep, deep pockets bidding, and I knew early on I would not get the suit. By the time it was all over, the hammer price was $22,500 (it’ll be $27,000 with the buyer’s premium) for a suit with a $4,000 – $5,000 estimate. I should say that it did rawther well, considering, but even in a different budget year, I would not in my wildest dreams have gone as high as the winning bidder did. Every result in this sale felt new, and dangerous, the way the Betty Ring sampler sale prices felt new and dangerous.
These prices feel dangerous because they skew the market and the past in a curious way: when the objects of the everyday become this valuable, this expensive, how can a museum with a mission to interpret the past of a specific people ever hope to compete? I can’t, not even with a concerted effort to develop a donor base that would support an acquisition at more than four times an estimate. What does that do to the market? It puts it squarely in the realm of the 1%.
That 1% is not just oil barons, it’s museums with enormous endowments and revenue streams, like the Met. I’ve posted before about the difference in museum revenue streams and endowments, and how a place like the Met can gross over a billion dollars in revenue in a fiscal year. With money like that, $22,500 is nothing. Museums like the Met and the MFA and the PEM and LACMA can out-bid smaller museums, vacuum up collections, and amass great hoards of material. What the little people have to do is to build relationships, and hope that they can get some of the material before it ever gets to auction. I didn’t have that chance, but it’s the only one I’ll ever have in what seems to be a new market for old things.
This sale also made me think that the museum world is increasingly a winner-take-all world much like politics or business, or even education. There are the haves, with large endowments and major gifts, attracting more gifts and endowments, and then there are the have-nots, with very limited funds and volunteer staffs. Those of us in the middle are feeling the same squeeze that the ever-smaller middle class is feeling, with similar income erosion as what our endowments earn buys us less, and as grant funds are ever harder to get. Programs are more competitive, and there’s less money for the big national endowments (NEA, NEH, IMLS) to give away.
Capitalism and market forces are at work, changing collections and changing how museums can and will operate. We have to radically and rapidly rethink how museums function both in acquiring collections (if we can continue to acquire them at all– there’s a cost not only to acquiring but to keeping) and in making them accessible. The smaller museums have to make better cases for mattering more to their audiences, or culture will be increasingly sequestered in larger, richer places.
My rant is slightly off-topic, but relates to the agony and ecstasy of digital accessibility. I have never had any doubts as to my own ability to purchase something from K-A: I’m a perennially broke grad student. But being able to see the amazing things available from her Fall auction each year is great. I’ve been drooling over the suit since I got the email a month ago, along with several other items from the sale. Big museums bucks certainly sway sales like this, perhaps unfairly. But, another downside is knowing that the majority of those items could end up in privately owned collections, never to be seen again. Part of me feels grateful to have seen pictures of the garments at all, and part of me is churning in agitation while wondering how many important pieces have been squirreled away by private collectors over the years.
I’m a fan of the 99% side of history, too. I’m sorry your museum lost out on the suit. Cross your fingers and pray for the sudden and miraculous appearance of A Lady of Great Dignity with an Attic Full of ‘Mother’s Family’s Things’ to donate.
Alison,
It’s not off-topic. When things do go into private collections, it’s worse: we all lose access to them, and they might as well not exist. (Somewhere in a pre-war Manhattan building sits the mate to chair that has pride of place in the formal parlor of our museum where it had been in various rooms since June of 1788. I expect that Manhattan chair to appear in an auction someday, and disappear somewhere unknown.)
I’m a hypocrite, right: I use the Augusta photos in figuring out construction, and I use the Met and other museum databases regularly. So I, and everyone else, would benefit from having these things go into the collections of a major museum. And yet…those institutions with encyclopedic collections don’t always share them as readily as small places, don’t always catalog them as thoroughly, or heck, even provide databases at all (looking at you, Dayton Art Institute, current owner of Jacob Isaacs).
The worst case scenario is when these things go into collections overseas, say the KCI. (I’ve been told the KCI and private Japanese collectors are very aggressive.) KCI has a lovely couple of books and crap records online. Things really do disappear into their collections. And all of a sudden, whoosh, there goes that piece of New England cultural patrimony. I don’t want to belittle in any way the position that Italy, Greece, Egypt, Cambodia and other countries have taken on art objects plundered and sold both recently and in the past. I respect their position. (And yes, hugely on the side of Native people and NAGPRA issues.) But watching RI objects flit around the country and into private collections gave me a great deal more insight into the position other countries and other cultures take on museum acquisitions and appropriations of their culture.
Do I think losing this suit at auction is a real parallel to any of that? No. I’m just saying that not getting a significant piece of our history for the museum that represents the state’s people really sucked. And made me start thinking about what it all meant.
Do I think Dayton should send their Ralph Earl painting home to some museum in CT? No, but I think they sure as heck ought to have an online database.
Do I think the people who live near the Crystal Bridges Museum of Art shouldn’t have access to amazing art objects? No, they should, but when a museum or collector aggressively skews prices in an acquisitions frenzy, it has ramifications for all of us. It means that our museums (and libraries- I have seen the same thing happen with Civil War letters) cannot compete, and cannot collect, the heritage they strive to represent. And that’s when I really got the pain of cultural appropriation and repatriation.
I think the best answer is for museums to catalog and make as accessible as possible their collections, whatever they are, wherever they are. And to hope that private collectors will make their collections accessible through loans, publications, or even patterns. And the best collectors I know do just that, to the best of their ability.
As it happens, I do know A Lady of Great Dignity with an Attic Full of ‘Mother’s Family’s Things’ to donate– I wrote about the Lady and her Sister once, and I should again.
KC
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