Auction time! Nothing like a vintage nude and retro clock to dress up the drab corner of your dining room.
During a Midwestern childhood, STUDY's first exposure to an auction was rather unimpressive. It was in fact, a farm auction, where a fast talking man née auctioneer sold off everything from John Deer tractors to porch rockers. There was a sad undercurrent as men in overalls perused the relics of their failed (dead?) farming comrade. Wives in printed blouses and ugly slacks sold barbecue on white buns, scooped out of crock pots.