The lineage of belongings

I enjoy being transparent about where my knowledge comes from. For me the fascination with "things" started in my fathers closet, and in my grandfateher's garage. Both of these men enjoyed well-made things. In particular, my grandfather didn't have much, but what he did own had a lot of character.

Forthcoming T-shirts: Summer in Narita

Summer in Japan...a park phantom, lolling under trees drunk, chattering in the blurred air, concrete breezes washing through a billion screen windows, caught in alleys and bicycle-clogged streams, past Islands of rubbish twinkling with the tiny lights of cities within cities.