Art and Artefacts

Art and Curiosities

Glouie glouie: Rompstals and skitty-vamps, spicotty forrels, hawseny, dirten mawkins and mommets clothed in libbets, wevets, auverlooked batches.


The Etsy emporium brings it’s Gothic creepy curiosities, mad tomes and glorious fabrics to you folk across the Globe - we ship anywhere and everywhere - let us do the "grunt work" at silly o’clock in the dark at the Fleas and you have the joy of shopping from the sofa or the duvet…

Simon Casson

Many, many glorious paintings have emerged from the studio since Simon departed the Royal Academy in the mid nineties. They reside globally in private and public collections, including our new King HRH King Charles III, check out the wealth of names in Casson’s curriculum. The paintings are instantly recognisable unique statements of brilliance. Step across the threshold of the artist’s website and prepare to be bewitched…


Instagram is an oh so happy universe, our passionate posts and reels encompass painting, acquisitions, glimpses of the day, beloved canines and shares from our fellow dealers. Idly scrolling, whilst baking a vegan vanilla loaf for afternoon tea with the dogs at my toes…downtime.

About us

To quote the brilliant Donna Tartt (note to Donna if they happenstance to read this – hurry up with the next book – it has been in excess of ten years and I’m urgently yearning )


“An individual heart-shock. Your dream. 

And I feel I have something very serious and urgent to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you. That life – whatever it is – is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it right through the cesspool, while keeping our eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch. Insofar as it is immortal (and it is) I have a small, bright, immutable part in that immortality. It exists; and it keeps on existing. And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.” 

Contact us

Reach out with any enquiries or asks, from wherever you are on the globe.

We are here beavering away, but happy to break off and get straight back to you.

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