Dead Family
Business

Come in. Mind the threshold. Things have a way of finding their people here.

This is a collection assembled across a lifetime — and several lifetimes before that. In 2023, I became the Administrator of my late uncle's estate, which included the house my family had lived in since 1940. Walking through the door after nearly twenty years away felt less like returning and more like excavating. Room by room, layer by layer — a time capsule that stretched from the late 1800s to the present day. Objects waiting quietly in the dark, patient as stones.

"Every room held something unexpected. Every drawer told a story. Some I'm still translating."

What emerged was extraordinary. Coins and curiosities. Vintage watches that still keep time. Sterling silver with the patina of generations. A lead Jesus from a basement room I was never allowed to enter as a child. A singing ceramic drunk who is also an ashtray. An opal pendant that catches light like something alive.

Alongside the inherited, there is the collected — the things I've gathered over a lifetime of being drawn to beautiful and weird things. Starborn crystals. Fluevog shoes. Blackwing pencils. RockLove jewelry. York Ghost Merchants. The Hello Kitty figures rescued from my own childhood. I'm an artist, and this is what an artist's eye looks like over decades.

This is also a living archive. There are rooms still to unpack, categories still to uncover. The collection grows as I go deeper. Check back — something extraordinary may have just arrived.

I'm writing a movie about all of it. Selling pieces that are ready to move on helps fund that. Which means when something leaves here, it becomes part of the story too.

If something calls to you — reach out. Everything here has a history. I'll tell you what I know, and sometimes what I'm still trying to figure out.