The Thousands

There’s a fine line between collecting and hoarding, and I can’t understand why the latter gets such a bad rap. I think hoarding is heaps cool. As long as it’s not rubbish or pets, what’s the problem?

Our mate Jaz’s grandma is a bonafide hoarder, having pretty much kept everything since forever. With the house on the verge of explosion Jaz has opened up her mad little store Shambhu selling on the past possessions of her family – and man, did they have taste. There is one of everything and more of others. Mirrors, suitcases, records, ashtrays, leather shoes, cool stripy dude-shirts, cord everything, denim everything, army-patterned everything, woollen numbers, the odd record player or typewriter, some of the best knick-knacks ever. There’s even tiny glass bottles with liquid (could be poison) still in them from the 50s. Some of the stuff in there is completely preserved from its buying date, unopened, instructions and all. Your own personal time-machine.

While super small (I say homely) the stock is constantly turned over, so it’s a good one to keep checking in on. If you enjoy spending an hour or so trawling through weird and beautiful bits and pieces that all have an individual story, you’re gonna dig Shambhu.