A novel spectacle on view at Victoria Station this week is a Glass Age Exhibition Train, consisting of two carriages designed to show how many things now can advantageously be made of glass—bricks, tiles, panels and furniture.
The outside, except the roof, is covered entirely with flexible mirrored glass, One enters by a vestibule specially made to convince the visitor that a glass room need not look cold, with floor tiles of dull grey and walls decorated with silvered plates cut, or rather sandblasted, with heraldic, images.
Whether one would care to live permanently in such—surroundings is, perhaps, doubtful. But the whole effect rather thrilling. Beyond this vestibule is a really charming cocktail parlour with a circular glass bar across one corner.
This seems entirely in keeping with the uses to which it is to be put. There is also a circular room all mirrored, meant to induce the idea that it is twice as large as it is, which, however. reminded me frivolously of the looking-glass mazes, We are probably still some way from glass houses and it is questionable whether everything of glass would not soon pale We vary the materials of our houses and probably shall always want to do so, But for certain uses—dressing-rooms for example—some very fine and attractive glass furniture is now being made, massive, finely shaped, and of that attractive smoky glass which the manufacturers have lately given us. The worst of it is that such furniture is terribly expensive.
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