I’m not much for having tea, but when I saw Michael Anastassiades‘ silver service I wanted to start this ritual just so I had an excuse to buy this beautiful set. Mr. Anastassiades aesthetic can best be described as old world modernism. This may seem like a contradiction in terms, but when I think of the origins of modern, clean forms the emerge over one hundred years ago. Back then, craftsmen wanted to have cleaner, more sinuous forms, but they did not have the tools of modern manufacturing. And when I see the work of Michael Anastassiades, I get this warm glow that rises from my diaphragm and pops out the top of my hair follicles (along with a few hairs). And that warm glow derives from the richness of the silver, the daydream of the nimble fingers of the craftsman working the silver into its final form… I have to stop. This may be getting too erotic for a silver set.