My passion for antiques stems from a very young age.
When I was a child, my parents and I would visit my grandmothers every other Sunday.
One restored antique rugs for an antique dealer, and I was always fascinated by the colorful rolls piled under the stairwell.
Her husband was the village repairman, and his cluttered workshop was full of watches, radios, bicycles, clocks, and all sorts of interesting objects.
My other grandmother ran a country pub, and to keep me busy, I was allowed to explore the trunks and boxes she had accumulated in her huge barn.
She loved finding little treasures from a bygone era at flea markets, often giving them to me. Over the years, thanks to her, I’ve built up a fine collection.
As a teenager, I began buying antiques with the money I earned delivering newspapers.
My career as an antique dealer truly began when I had to give away part of my collections due to lack of space.
Thus, some of my grandmother’s first gifts were sacrificed to meet the needs of life.
My artistic preferences have evolved over time, but this early introduction to quality craftsmanship has allowed me to access all creative fields, even the most subjective.
This passion continues to grow with each new discovery.
