How the love and wonderment for this remarkable epoch in design and architectural history began.
Please don't laugh. This is also the synopsis of my life.
the spirit of the 60s in an 80s child.
I certainly was not a typical child growing up in the 80s. While my friends carried Trapper Keepers with Lisa Frank stickers and Garbage Pail Kids trading cards, my binder was filled with collages of black and white photocopied images of 60s rock bands and other random things of the era - anything from advertisements to rug patterns. True story.
What my Trapper Keeper looked like in the 80s.
The Beatles "Blue Album".
My attraction to the 60s era began when I purchased my first Beatles record at the age of five. Until about the age of fourteen (before I discovered boys), my obsession with The Beatles led me to spend much of my free time exhausting every public and university library in the area to learn all I could about them. I found that the Beatles were not just a rock and roll band - they were the most revolutionary and influential people in the 1960s. This thirst for mastery in Beatle history turned out to be a rabbit hole which directed the course of my life.
For years, my mother supported my obsession in gathering information about the Beatles and the British Invasion. She would drop me off at a local library with a bag of quarters which I would use to photocopy books and magazines and then scrapbook pictures and excerpts I liked from the era. Many of my favorite images featured London's Swinging Sixties mod scenes that were backdropped midcentury modern furnishings, art and architecture. There was something so alluring about the blunt lines of the haircuts, mini skirts, boots, furniture, patterns on fabrics and buildings. I was only a child and was drawn to what we refer to as "clean lines".
I grew up in Queens and at the time, my neighborhood was transforming with an infiltration of young families as the original homeowners passed and downsized. There were garages sales everywhere, every weekend. My mother frequented garage sales and estate sales where I would pick out things that looked like what I had seen in those Beatles photographs and 60s books. My most treasured of all my childhood finds was a vintage Jackson Pollack puzzle.
I love this business and everyone I have met along with it.
By the time I was eleven years old I felt I had mastered 60s culture and music history in Britain. So I turned to what happened on this side of the pond and started to add American rock bands to my vinyl collection. In that process, I discovered three young American men and another British one that would rock my world - The Monkees. It was no coincidence that every day the summer I cheated on John, Paul, George and Ringo - I'd sit in front of the TV for hours to watch The Monkees after a block of Gidget, The Flying Nun and before I Dream of Jeanie. So although it was 1986, everything I was intaking that summer was from the 1960s.
In the library I found a more liberated and organic style that contrasted the restraint magine an eleven year old encountering images Woodstock and the San Francisco psychedelic counterculture and the art that sprouted from it - like the bulbous topography and wild patterns on Fillmore posters and colorful cartoon characters on Peter Max prints.
My childhood enchantment with everything 60s left a life-long impression. The Beatles and the assembly of my Beatle/Monkees/60s binders as a child has directed the course of my life. Everything that I love do and surrounds - the music, the colors, the fashion, just about everything in my home, my business and my free spirit was cultivated from being an avid and faithful student of the most magical time in human history.