Arriving

Right then, Lets Start

My Name is Blaise but i thought for entering the cyber world, I'd pick a cooler name, this was quite hard since my name is pretty damn glorious in it's own right. I've never had a blog, or for that matter, enjoyed people who do.

I'm beginning to sound both potentially hypocritical and self-loathing, I'm sure this is a great start to anyone who's actually reading this- But i figured that since I've been picking up a new hobby as of late, there is a pun here I assure you, it'd be a bit fun to document it in a manner more enthusiastic then facebook photo albums and status updates.

So here's the thesis, I'm not exactly rich, not exactly poor. I've got a wonderful little apartment in the Upper East side of Manhattan, and I enjoy furnishing it. I'm not exactly rich, since I cant really afford to furnish it, and not exactly poor since I can afford to live here.

Luckily, my neighborhood comes with some perks, most notably, the free furniture. I have a few general paths through the east end to and fro the train station, and on any given day, there is always some form of discarded furniture on a sidewalk. Depending on the weather condition, the piece may actually be worth the haul home. It's basically salvage, but for a kid on little spending money, it's a great way to make an empty studio feel more like home.

Unfortunately,  most of the furniture you see is discarded for a reason. Each piece has it's own share of defects, usually running along the chipped, scratched, cracked, broken or wobbly line. THis of course makes the hunting actually fun. I figure that in a given week, I'll see at least 10-20 pieces of legitimate furniture that have simply been tossed to the street. Often the bits share a common ancestry, Ikea.
I'll note here that I absolutely love Ikea. To me they sell variously formed bits of canvas, which anyone can nick for essentially nothing, redesign, and enjoy-
Returning from that tangent, most of the furniture fails to meet the lugg test, as it's either too big, to far broken, or simply too unenjoyable and aesthetically displeasing. But every once in a while I'll stumble across (sometimes litterally) a cool looking piece of whatnot, which I'll want to reconstruct.

I chose the title Reclaimist because, aside from sounding kinda cool, it's fitting. I'm out there reclaiming the fruits of the NYC Streets, Rebuilding them from my thoughts and inspirations, and giving them a new use. I'll reclaim everything, everything, from the nails and screws to the wood glue (if I can figure out how to get it), and reuse it to save any penny.

Hence the blog- I'll be using this to display some the techniques and various projects that I'll end up getting into over the course of this moment till i forget about this thing-

I'll note one more thing- Although I highly doubt anyone will read this, if you should, and like what you see, holler, and I'll build you something if I can come across it!

Cheers

Blaise Woodworth-