If you read this, you know I have a thing for junk. More precisely, you know I have a thing for photos of people I do not know that have somehow been discarded and wind up in thrift shops.
While picking up some art supplies in the Pearl (neighborhood) yesterday I realized that next door to Utrecht's was an awesome antique store. Now, for those of you who have never visited the Pearl neighborhood-well, it is kind of snobby. I find this funny because it is supposed to be "classy" and "nice". Personally-- a neighborhood with an Anthropologie and P.F. Chang's is okay-but certainly nothing to get high and mighty about. Maybe it is because I lived in France when I was 16, but I just am not impressed. Anyway, because I dress like a 14 year old bag lady most of the time-I don't exactly spend a lot of time in the Pearl-it's not really my "scene". But oh-this little shop was really awesome.
It is called Bernadette Breu, and you can see a photo of it here. This was certainly a place full of wonderful eye candy; old game pices, religious relics, very old trims and ribbons and all sorts of beautiful eccentricities. It was all so inspiring. James and I dug through a giant valise fill of old photos and picked our favorites. Mine is the lady rowing:
All of this beautiful imagery has inspired me to start working again. I have some batches of hairpins ready to assemble and special items using these photos to work on. The sun is out and I am excited to start creating again!