Ex-military, current seeker, and a full-time devotee of the "weird and weighted." My eye was sharpened by years of precision, but my soul belongs to the counter-culture. I spend my days navigating the friction between high-society relics and the beautiful grit of American pop culture.
My collection is a tight, high-fidelity edit of the things they don't make anymore: the architectural tension of an Oneida "OL" tripod candelabra, the refractive heavy-metal soul of lead crystal, and the ink-on-newsprint smell of a Silver Age key issue. I’m drawn to objects that feel "manifested"—pieces with enough gravitas to ground a room and enough history to start a conversation. I don’t buy for the trend; I buy for the craftsmanship that survived the 20th century. If it’s in my shop, it’s because it’s rare, slightly strange, and undeniably top-shelf.