
One of my sweet men enlisted my services on the search for the perfect living room wall art, an antique bar, and some sort of magazine rack for the bathroom. Naturally, my first inclination was to deliver him to one of my favorite places on the planet: Pacific Galleries.
Incredible, and consistently surprising, how inspiring it is for me to wander through tiny room after tiny room, centuries of memories, tokens and treasures. One could spend years in that place sifting through all the tiny nooks and crannies. Among the things I felt a burning desire to take home were the aforementioned "rack," a gallery dining table constructed from salvaged Sunset Bowl alley flooring, and dear dealer #100, why do I want EVERYTHING in your booth?:




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