He invites me into his Midtown apartment one September afternoon.
I always thought it was rather more of an archive than a place to live, which was also what I liked most about it.
He lets me wander among rows and rows of bookcases filled floor-to-ceiling with books from the last five centuries. 20,000, maybe 30,000 in the collection. Plus antique maps, prints, taxidermy, all sorts of ephemera.
He’s wearing a chambray shirt under a vest I recognize as an authentic Chimayó design created by weavers in New Mexico in the early 1900s.
The vest, while not overly worn, is hardly new, either.
He tells me he traded for it in Taos. Gave up a dear copy of John Muir's The Boyhood of a Naturalist for it.
Says he has no regrets and won’t let me buy it off of him, either.
Luckily, I have my other sources.
Chimayó Vest (No. 7133). Sweater vest style in a heavy wool/nylon blend. Intarsia Faithfully rendered Chimayó design at front and back. Button front. Unlined. Southwestern motif engraved buttons. Imported.