Two weeks ago a good customer of Union Garage set out for San Francisco on his 1979 Moto Guzzi 850T3. Mr. John Pomeroy packed light: one side case full of vodka (work related), another case full of cocktail making implements, and a small backpack for clothes and sundries. It looks like he’s been having a hell of a time from all the updates he’s sent, so we thought we’d write him a letter.
In order to build out our new web store with something more than just the sterile, supplied studio images we decided to stage our own photo shoot while test-riding samples of some of the new jackets we’ll be carrying this winter. We got a solid crew to rally for an early morning meet that started with bad coffee, followed with hog-tying a photographer to the back of an SUV for some open-hatch hot laps on the Brookyn-Queens Expressway, and miraculously ended without a single moving violation from the NYPD.
It’s true. We are officially open for business. Just ask “The Google.”
Start with some 100-year-old floor joists. Chainsaw to length. Plane down to fresh edges all around, sacrificing a few saw blades to rusted out pre-WWI square framing nails. Sand liberally and oil to a shine. Then add some steel, sweat and liberal amounts of swearing on installation, and voila: bombproof shelving for the new space.
Anyone looking to have gold leaf laid onto a glass storefront in New York City will soon find that all roads lead to Jerry Pagane’s Lower East Side home studio. He’s the last of a dying breed and he treated our new storefront to a 24-karat Italian gold facelift.