I had the fortunate pleasure of going to see the Philip Johnson Glass House in New Caanan recently. He had the good fortune to be wealthy and to live, add to, and perfect the same property for 50 years of his life. And perfect it was.
This is a picture of his desk, in a secluded library without a bathroom where he was said to work every afternoon. “Work” meant such a different thing then — uninterrupted, without a computer to socialize or procrastinate on. How did you get started “working” without checking email?
The mission of the Glass House as museum is to keep it “living” in the same manor that the house was used — a worthy goal, in my opinion. I do wonder, though, if Philip Johnson really kept things in such neat piles. If so, I’m impressed.
