Art and Locksmithing on Seventh Avenue

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A few years ago I stepped out on my lunch break in Soho in search of a locksmith not too far from my office. Lucky for me, Greenwich Locksmiths happened to be just a few blocks up north on Seventh Avenue. As you'll see from the photos, Philip Mortillaro the owner of the shop is not just a locksmith but an accomplished artist who was able to turn his livelihood into an art form. I'll let the images speak for themselves and only add that Mr. Mortillaro is both extremely knowledgeable about what he does and one of the most gracious people you'll ever meet.

Philip Mortillaro inside his shop.

Keys inside...

... and outside.

Check out this website for more on this fascinating New Yorker.

https://www.greenwichlocksmiths.com/

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