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My partner and I took a road trip from Texas for Billy Reid’s first Shindig in Florence, Alabama. Our first morning there we drove out to a light industrial park where Natalie Chanin’s shop was supposed to be. No signs anywhere. We drove around in circles and finally spotted a door with some odd stick built pieces painted white out front. It was the quirkiest thing in the area, and seemed likely to be the place. We knocked on the door and they welcomed us in. Not because they were open for business, or expecting us, just because that’s the way people are in Alabama. It was a workshop and showroom full of Chanin’s textiles, there were a few sculptural pieces by folk artist Butch Anthony who was there. And a character from New York who introduced himself as Mordechai. The whole place was busy with activities making ready for a visit from the Levi’s people who were there to see the things Natalie made. We were shown around and had a nice visit. On our way out the door the guy from New York asked to take my picture. His real interest was in my French Veal Russell Chukkas. Every time I put them on I’m reminded of Mister Mort.

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