I started a new tumblr about vintage tile.
I'm not generally looking for tile in my day to day life, but when I see it, I remember how strongly I feel about it. Tile may very well be my number one concern when house/apartment hunting, aside from obvious things like structural integrity, air conditioning, and a dishwasher - one thing that is never guaranteed in a historic house.
Other people seem to think that caring about antique tile is a strange and trifling dissipation, or at the very least something that should be left in the hands of middle aged gays, but that's because other people are tasteless fools who own suede furniture and don't know why.
The address is after Charles Lamb's "Old China," because it is relevant and because I am a pretentious fancyperson. Get over it.
I kind of figured that tumblr would end up being full of pictures of bathrooms, but I'm way more interested in that old subway tile. It's so fucking DAZZLING! Especially when it's all dirty and forgotten and maybe halfway covered with new construction, and finding it feels adventurous and like looking through a grimy peephole directly into the past.