This is a whole new (and wonderful!) take on the urban practice of trash-to-treasure. In exchange for (to give just one example of treasures I've found in the trash) the beautiful, fully working Art Deco lamp that now illuminates my living room, I enjoy discarding my own large items on the curb, walking around the block once, and finding them gone. But mudlarking . . . wow!
I've always loved found objects - like the five, aged 20-dollar bills I found neatly lined up below the floorboards of my East Village apartment in 1987; probably the life's savings of some hard working NYer from decades earlier. Brownstones in Brooklyn are likely to have outhouses in the back, sealed over since the mid-1800s. People used to throw all manner of things in them, like the old glass liniment bottle a friend gifted me
Wow a person after my own heart…my version is tidepooling and estate sales
This is a whole new (and wonderful!) take on the urban practice of trash-to-treasure. In exchange for (to give just one example of treasures I've found in the trash) the beautiful, fully working Art Deco lamp that now illuminates my living room, I enjoy discarding my own large items on the curb, walking around the block once, and finding them gone. But mudlarking . . . wow!
I've always loved found objects - like the five, aged 20-dollar bills I found neatly lined up below the floorboards of my East Village apartment in 1987; probably the life's savings of some hard working NYer from decades earlier. Brownstones in Brooklyn are likely to have outhouses in the back, sealed over since the mid-1800s. People used to throw all manner of things in them, like the old glass liniment bottle a friend gifted me