SCHTROINGS AND CHIMES
April, 13 2009. A stuffy old flea market in Müllheim, Germany. I’m wandering around with that mix of anticipation, whimsy and determination that tends to motivate people like me to darken the door of mouse-overrun dirty spaces. In America, we now call them “pickers.” In Germany, we call them Glastopfeingerichkenhemmers, or something just as long […]