Room, sound, light, flow. We build it in twelve weeks or we don't take the job.
Lineups you've not heard of yet, from cities most event planners can't spell.
Guest lists in envelopes. Phones in pouches. What happens stays as a story.
We organise parties. Sometimes, on the way, we find or make objects too good to keep to ourselves. So we sell them. Stock is whatever fits in the back of the van.
For rooms that suddenly need saving. Deploy anywhere: office, funeral reception, Deutsche Bahn. No refunds once the vibe has shifted.
Notes of leather jacket, cold concrete, and a stranger telling you their whole life story. Burns for 6 hours, like the conversation did.
Matchbooks collected by an ex-Lufthansa international pilot on layovers all over the world through the 80s and 90s — hotel bars, lounges, places that no longer exist. A shoebox of aviation history. One collection. It's this one.
Our guest lists come in envelopes. This one has no list in it. You're not invited — but you can own the feeling of almost being invited.
Ends conversations, meetings, and relationships in one press. Comes with a card that says 'no further questions'.
Signed by whoever was closest to the freezer. A collector's item with a strict time limit. Shipping not recommended. Nothing about this is recommended.
One object per checkout. Card, Apple Pay, the usual. Shipping within Europe, from the back of the van. All sales final-ish.