I am obsessed with anything old.
Old old things, things that no one in the right mind would buy.
The found object has been a heavy player in my work so what better way to fund this little venture with a junk shop?
Little streets away from my apartment is a cramp pack Mancuian Steptoe & Son.
A little less a father and son deal but hey we cant have it all. What the man with glasses and the ability to climb up fridges like a monkey has is hot property.
A gold mine, i think not but instead a haven of things lost in transition.
Location: somewhere in Manchester
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