
What My Coffee Table Books Say About Me
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What does art have to do with books? For me, absolutely everything. I love both with an extreme ferocity, and could spend all day ogling in the places where they’re housed. When I was little, I wanted to be an artist for years and years until I decided I could be even more fanciful and chose “writer” instead. Those two passions very much intersect for me with the glorious and supposedly superfluous coffee-table book.
Coffee-table books are somewhat controversial items. They’re ridiculously expensive. They’re heavy. They are not what I, as a young person, might ever refer to as a necessity. But I’m hopelessly attached to my coffee table books, because they, like any other art collection or decor choice, express a few little details about who I am.
Here is what my coffee table book collection says about me:
- Selfish by Kim Kardashian: I am not going to go into a long-winded defense of my purchase of this item. Rather, I will say that I am a massive proponent of the selfie, and there is no denying that Kardashian was one of its pioneers. This book expresses either earnest participation in pop culture ridiculousness, or showcases my ironic side. It depends on the tone someone uses to say “Oh my gosh, you have that book?”
- The Little Paris Kitchen by Rachel Khoo: My sister got this for me after I went on a trip to Paris that ignited an intense, months-long search for a way to move there ASAP. When it became clear that this was kind of a pie in the sky, my Francophilia cooled and I simply took to flipping through this gorgeous cookbook. Khoo modifies exacting French recipes to make them apartment-friendly – even if things like foie gras and crispy rabbit are not exactly college-friendly.