Jackdaw Antiques + Vintage

There was a time when you could buy a box of old tat at a village auction, wipe the nicotine off a brass horse, stick it in the window, and some retired policeman from North Yorkshire would appear three days later waving cash and smelling faintly of pipe tobacco and resentment. That world is wobbling now. Not dead. Just changing its coat. And if you spend your days, as I do, knee-deep in house (estate) clearances, boot fairs, auction rooms, and the strange online gladiator pit known as eBay, you start to notice the shift. Slowly at first. Then all at once. The old reliable stock starts sitting longer. The figurines stare at you for months. The Victorian side table you would once sell in a week now develops roots. Meanwhile some rusty industrial lamp that looks like it survived a Soviet submarine fire sells in fourteen minutes to a man in Hackney called Luca who drinks coffee that tastes like burnt roofing felt. The market has changed. And honestly? Some of it was inevitable. M...

At first glance it looks simple enough: a small metal cup decorated with cattle and a few unfortunate men. Pleasant. Decorative. Perhaps the sort of thing you might place on a shelf next to a Greek history book and a decent bottle of wine. But the design on this object carries a story that begins more than three and a half thousand years ago , in the Bronze Age world of the eastern Mediterranean. The original version of this cup was not made for decoration or tourists. It was made for someone important enough to be buried with solid gold . And judging by the craftsmanship involved, they were very important indeed. This object is a replica of one of the famous Vapheio cups , a pair of extraordinary gold vessels discovered in a tomb near Vapheio in Laconia, Greece , in 1889. The originals date to roughly 1500–1400 BC , during what historians call the Late Bronze Age , when the cultures of Minoan Crete and Mycenaean Greece dominated the Aegean world. Today the original cups sit safel...

In 1867, while Europe was inventing telephones, laying railways, and discovering germs, southern Italy was busy turning molten rock into saints. Progress comes in many forms. This small relic — a medallion cast from Vesuvius lava — bears the face of Francesco de Marchi , Bishop of Krk. A man long gone, resurrected two centuries after his death. A portrait forged by fire, belief hardened by geology. Obverse of the medallion Reverse of the medallion A Bishop Remembered Francesco de Marchi was born in 1610, when theology outranked science and bishops ran islands like small kingdoms. Appointed Bishop of Krk — then part of the Venetian Republic — he spent his life balancing faith, politics, and diplomacy across the Adriatic. He wasn’t a saint, didn’t perform miracles, and never met a martyr’s end. He simply did the job, which in the 17th century was no small feat. He governed, wrote letters, and kept peace between Rome and Venice until his death in 1667. Then, two hundred ye...

Silver doesn’t lie. It tarnishes, it scratches, it ages — but it doesn’t lie. The marks struck into it are the fingerprints of history. Every lion passant, every crowned leopard’s head, every cryptic squiggle hammered by a French official with good eyesight tells a story. Welcome to the world of antique silver and hallmarks . It’s a world of purity laws, medieval guilds, royal edicts, and collectors today hunched over spoons with magnifying glasses, trying to tell a Birmingham 1878 “d” from a 1888 “O.” And if you’re serious about silver, you’ll need more than your instincts. You’ll need a book. Not just any book. Jackson’s Hallmarks (Pocket Edition): English, Scottish, Irish Silver & Gold Marks from 1300 to the Present Day. But we’ll get to that. First, let’s decode the silver itself. Gone. Explore the rest in our Etsy shop . What Are Silver Hallmarks? A hallmark is the official stamp that guarantees the purity of silver or gold. Think of it as the ancient version of a certi...

On Monday, August 21st, 1911, the world’s most famous woman vanished from the walls of the Louvre. No alarms. No shattered glass. Just a bare hook and a missing painting. It was the art world’s version of a disappearing rabbit trick—except the rabbit was a half-smiling Renaissance icon, and the magician was a disgruntled Italian handyman with a chip on his shoulder. She was here a minute ago. Image credit unsplash.com Before the Fame: Just Another Painting in the Louvre The Mona Lisa wasn't always a global celebrity. Before 1911, she was known, respected, but not exactly mobbed. People didn't queue for hours to take blurry selfies with her.  She didn’t even have her own room  (she soon will). Leonardo da Vinci painted her in the early 1500s, likely commissioned by Francesco del Giocondo, a Florentine merchant, to immortalise his wife, Lisa Gherardini. Leonardo, being Leonardo, worked on it slowly, carried it around for years, tweaked the smile, added layers of glaze, and...

Forget the all-inclusive beach resort. In the 18th and 19th centuries, if you were male, wealthy, and vaguely educated , you didn’t go on holiday — you went on the Grand Tour. If you were female , you could still go — but only with impeccable manners, a vague medical excuse (usually “taking the air” in Italy or “recovering” by a Swiss lake), and a chaperone who judged both your virtue and your luggage allowance.  The Grand tour was  less sun cream, more sculpture.  Less poolside cocktail, more crumbling Corinthian column. The goal? Cultural enlightenment. The result? Luggage full of art, heads full of myth, and the beginnings of Britain’s love affair with overpriced souvenirs.   Painting of Lord Byron arriving in Missolonghi during the Greek War of Independence by Theodoros Vryzakis. Michelangelo over Margaritas Instead of sipping daiquiris (or  rozulin ) in Dubrovnik, you were trudging through the Vatican, staring at ceiling frescos until your neck g...