Saturday 18 February 2017

Saturday MARKET…






40's Gab shirt…
shoulder 18,5", pit 22,8", sleeves 24". Price 140$ SOLD







40's Printed Gab shirt/jacket…
shoulder 17,5", pit 22", sleeves 24".  Price 180$








30's repro work moleskin jacket by SUGAR CANE …
shoulder 18", pit 22", sleeves 26".  Price 250$ SOLD







40's Gab havana jacket…
shoulder 18,5", pit 23,5", sleeves 24,5".  Price 170$ SOLD





40's tweed suit jacket…
shoulder 18,5", pit 21,5", sleeves 24,3".  Price 99$








20's french suit jacket…
shoulder 17,7", pit 20,2", sleeves 25".  Price 165$








40's black knit pullover…
(unstrteched) shoulder 17,7", pit 21", sleeves 24,5".  Price 170$ SOLD



  

heavy large 30's sterling Fred harvey bracelet…
  Price 199$ SOLD









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Saturday 11 February 2017

"This machine KILLS FASCISTS"…


My mother called me to her bedside
These words she said to me
If you don't quit your rambling ways
They're gonna get you in the penitentiary
Gonna get you in the penitentiary poor boy
Gonna get you in the penitentiary
If you don't quit your reckless ways
They're gonna get you in the penitentiary

So I sat myself down in a gambling game
But I could not play my hand
Just thinking about that woman I love
Run away with another man
Run away with another man poor boy
Run away with another man
Just thinking about that woman I love
Run away with another man

The cards came around the table lord
And I had such a worried mind
My stack of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine
I lost about ninety-nine poor boy
I lost about ninety-nine
My stack of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine

It wasn't very long till I seen him again
He ran away left her behind
And I laid him down with my old forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine
The judge gave me ninety-nine poor boy
The judge gave me ninety-nine 
I laid a man down with my big forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine

Well the jury said I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it down
And the judge called out my number
Two sixes upside down
Two sixes upside down poor boy
Two sixes upside down
The judge called out my number
Two sixes upside down


Woody (Guthrie)…one of my best friend singing all day long in my atelier… singing free for people………………free, only free…