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Why Dead Horse Bay?

It’s a beach in Brooklyn. But for us, it’s a state of mind.

In the horse-and-buggy world of 18th century New York, dead horses wound up at rendering plants on an outer island of Brooklyn...hence the name.But we’re passionate about what happened next.

For 100 more years, the city also dumped its household trash there. Milk bottles and restaurant china, silver forks and wooden spoons, roller skates,toasters, toilets...all tossed into a landfill and plowed beneath the sand. Until the lapping waters of Sheepshead Bay began to peel away the sand...and release artifacts onto the shore.

We are wild for them, these graveyards of how it once was. We spend our free time at the shores of Dead Horse Bay, in the ghost towns of the Arizona desert, in the mining camps of the Idaho mountains. Because in the crumbling wood and the rusty hardware, we hear stories. We feel as if we are reliving memories we don’t really even have. 

And we bring those memories into everything we create.