I could put my hand on some old lasts from Texas, Austin. It wasn’t an easy job, I had to ask some help from my friend, Eustace, but finally they are here. No, this is nothing extraordinary until now – I get lasts, much more than I need – on the photos they look attractive, special… and sometimes they really are.
These ones were just awesome. Beautiful form, antique, but really refined look, and… unfortunately some self-appointed artist made them dirty with some ugly paint. Come on… noting is saint to you guys out there? These things are part of a vanishing craft’s history! they are nice, as they are.. I mean I don’t have anything against preserving them as decoration… but this? Why? Pink flowers on a 50-60 years old last, plus a fake crystal? Really this is art?
Anyway.. now this old guy will have a second chance to make boots. I will clean them, and make copies in different sizes. Making boots on them – that is art.
Two of my highly respected bootmakers:
ps. I respect art. I mean I respect art which creates thing and not just try to shock (like breaking a 5000 years old vase) or destruct. Painting an old, beautiful last counts to be destruction in my eyes.