It has been awhile since I've talked about furniture or my love of white. This iron console is one of the pieces of furniture in the house that I did not design for Swede Collection. It is a piece of iron from a balcony railing that came out of a turn of the century theatre building in New York City. The reason I know it is an interior railing is that it is finished on both sides to be visible in an open area. It is not an outside window balcony salvaged and made into a table. I see quite a few of those. It clearly has never been outside. The iron is extremely detailed with the winged figures sitting on nautilus curves, grape vines, and torches on both ends. It takes four men to lift it so I guess it won't be going anywhere. It is my understanding that the salvage company had three sections. I know where two are and the third supposedly was bought by someone in the music industry in Nashville who removed the beige marble and replaced it with black. I never would have done that unless the marble was broken. It is one of my very favorite items in the house and I find it strange that guests never look at it or mention it. It will be one of the very last pieces I part with before my coffin is nailed shut. Love, love, love it. Why don't craftspeople make things like this anymore?