There's something about the horizon. Where sky meets sea. It lures and seduces. It makes the young want to set sail, to see the world. It makes the old dream themselves away, and back again. It rests there like a promise of something else.
It's no wonder that nautica has been a cherished collecting field for centuries. At Crafoord Auktioner Malmö, they know all about that. And once you settle down on a salt-sprayed sailor's chest, all that's left is to look around. Boats and ships everywhere. Many in oil paint, a couple mounted on stands, a three-master in a diorama.
If you put your ear to them, you can almost hear what they've been through. Arvid Johansson's military metal beasts, gliding silently past in the night. Jacob Hägg's washed ill-fated vessel, breaking into a thousand pieces, and then Ludvig Richardes's frigate, having dropped anchor in the Öresund.
Welcome to Crafoord Auktioner Malmö!
