I've got a feeling that I'm going to be in the minority in professing my attraction to this 1940's horn vanity mirror. It is, admittedly, a tad ugly...a collision between abstract expressionist sculpture and a bull. But it's also strangely lovable...someone took the time to assemble this (presumably for their wife/lover/sister/mother)...it has meaning...and a history...and I'd rather stare into it's (slightly murky) depths than the pristine clarity of any modern mirror.