The future frightens, the past reassures. Perhaps this is the answer to the question why, having crossed an abundant fifth of the twenty-first century, we continue to furnish our homes with a sometimes unsettling quantity of furniture and objects taken from that past not too distant to be antiques but sufficiently distant to evoke an 'other' world, the vintage world. And perhaps here too is the answer to why, cyclically, entire epics such as that of the 1950s return to impose their own soft, enveloping, reassuring codes even in the production of unpublished works.