sewing machines. LOTS of sewing machines.

Marion and I spent Xmas and New Year in Istanbul (well, actually,
New Year and the Muslim Feast of the Sacrifice, as Xmas hardly
exists there and we like it that way).

One place we went to was one I've been curious to visit for a long
time: the centre of Turkey's cassette/CD/DVD industry. From the
addresses printed on Turkish music media, it looked as if they all
came from the same building.

They do. It's one of a series of multi-storey buildings with central
courtyards, the "IMC Blok"s (there's a dot under the C) near the
Ataturk Bridge. You can probably see them on Google Earth. So, we
easily found the music one (also worth finding as it has the cheapest
Turkish coffee in town, from a stall at the bottom level). It has
maybe a hundred different record labels all with their own shopfront.
Bought a great pile of Turkish music CDs, but in the process noticed
there were at least two other enormous multistorey buildings nearby.

One of them sells nothing but furnishing fabric. I have no idea how
many shops there were there, but they cover so many options that if
you wanted ostrich-leather sofa covering with gold-embossed motifs of
plumbing fixtures, I'm sure there'd be somebody there who can find it.
*Doesn't* do industrial canopy fabrics and tenting though, there's
another street just for that nearby...

The other "blok" appears to be *nothing but sewing machines*. Almost
all industrial, dozens of shops on maybe seven levels, each one with
hundreds of machines on display. Some were dealers for a specific
maker (Juki had a huge shop), others had second-hand stuff from every
imaginable maker. Everything from small domestic machines labelled
in Arabic to enormous 24-thread three-phase industrial sergers and
all sorts of doodads for ultra-specific tasks, most of which neither
Marion nor I could begin to guess at. After a circuit of one floor
Marion said "I've seen more sewing machines in the last two minutes
than in the rest of my life put together". The range of accessories
was equally gobsmacking. No matter how specialized and obscure the
foot you're after might be, somebody in here's going to have one.

If you want your mind boggled this place is well worth a visit. We
also found the clothing district south of the Grand Bazaar which must
be where many of these machines end up; vast buildings with entire
floors devoted to men's ties or monogram labels for school uniforms.
Much of it was closed for the holiday (4 days for the Feast of the
Sacrifice). When it's all open you could get lost in there for weeks.

Then there's the Street of Buttons, the shops that sell nothing but
washing-instruction and size labels, and somewhere (didn't find it
this time) a shop that sells nothing but faked woven designer labels
on the roll. Your local haberdashery shop will never look the same
again after a visit to Istanbul.

[followups to rctq]

============== j-c ====== @ ====== purr . demon . co . uk ==============
Jack Campin: 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland | tel 0131 660 4760
http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/ for CD-ROMs and free | fax 0870 0554 975
stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, & Mac logic fonts | mob 07800 739 557

Wow! Wonder if they have longarms...
I loved Istanbul, maybe it's time for another trip! (Still wearing the baby
goat coat I bought last time :-)
Roberta in D

"Jack Campin - bogus address" schrieb im
Newsbeitrag ...
Marion and I spent Xmas and New Year in Istanbul (well, actually,
New Year and the Muslim Feast of the Sacrifice, as Xmas hardly
exists there and we like it that way).

One place we went to was one I've been curious to visit for a long
time: the centre of Turkey's cassette/CD/DVD industry. From the
addresses printed on Turkish music media, it looked as if they all
came from the same building.

They do. It's one of a series of multi-storey buildings with central
courtyards, the "IMC Blok"s (there's a dot under the C) near the
Ataturk Bridge. You can probably see them on Google Earth. So, we
easily found the music one (also worth finding as it has the cheapest
Turkish coffee in town, from a stall at the bottom level). It has
maybe a hundred different record labels all with their own shopfront.
Bought a great pile of Turkish music CDs, but in the process noticed
there were at least two other enormous multistorey buildings nearby.

One of them sells nothing but furnishing fabric. I have no idea how
many shops there were there, but they cover so many options that if
you wanted ostrich-leather sofa covering with gold-embossed motifs of
plumbing fixtures, I'm sure there'd be somebody there who can find it.
*Doesn't* do industrial canopy fabrics and tenting though, there's
another street just for that nearby...

The other "blok" appears to be *nothing but sewing machines*. Almost
all industrial, dozens of shops on maybe seven levels, each one with
hundreds of machines on display. Some were dealers for a specific
maker (Juki had a huge shop), others had second-hand stuff from every
imaginable maker. Everything from small domestic machines labelled
in Arabic to enormous 24-thread three-phase industrial sergers and
all sorts of doodads for ultra-specific tasks, most of which neither
Marion nor I could begin to guess at. After a circuit of one floor
Marion said "I've seen more sewing machines in the last two minutes
than in the rest of my life put together". The range of accessories
was equally gobsmacking. No matter how specialized and obscure the
foot you're after might be, somebody in here's going to have one.

If you want your mind boggled this place is well worth a visit. We
also found the clothing district south of the Grand Bazaar which must
be where many of these machines end up; vast buildings with entire
floors devoted to men's ties or monogram labels for school uniforms.
Much of it was closed for the holiday (4 days for the Feast of the
Sacrifice). When it's all open you could get lost in there for weeks.

Then there's the Street of Buttons, the shops that sell nothing but
washing-instruction and size labels, and somewhere (didn't find it
this time) a shop that sells nothing but faked woven designer labels
on the roll. Your local haberdashery shop will never look the same
again after a visit to Istanbul.

[followups to rctq]

============== j-c ====== @ ====== purr . demon . co . uk
==============
Jack Campin: 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland | tel 0131 660
4760
http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/ for CD-ROMs and free | fax 0870 0554
975
stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, & Mac logic fonts | mob 07800 739
557

Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:

Marion and I spent Xmas and New Year in Istanbul (well, actually,
New Year and the Muslim Feast of the Sacrifice, as Xmas hardly
exists there and we like it that way).

One place we went to was one I've been curious to visit for a long
time: the centre of Turkey's cassette/CD/DVD industry. From the
addresses printed on Turkish music media, it looked as if they all
came from the same building.

They do. It's one of a series of multi-storey buildings with central
courtyards, the "IMC Blok"s (there's a dot under the C) near the
Ataturk Bridge. You can probably see them on Google Earth. So, we
easily found the music one (also worth finding as it has the cheapest
Turkish coffee in town, from a stall at the bottom level). It has
maybe a hundred different record labels all with their own shopfront.
Bought a great pile of Turkish music CDs, but in the process noticed
there were at least two other enormous multistorey buildings nearby.

One of them sells nothing but furnishing fabric. I have no idea how
many shops there were there, but they cover so many options that if
you wanted ostrich-leather sofa covering with gold-embossed motifs of
plumbing fixtures, I'm sure there'd be somebody there who can find it.
*Doesn't* do industrial canopy fabrics and tenting though, there's
another street just for that nearby...

The other "blok" appears to be *nothing but sewing machines*. Almost
all industrial, dozens of shops on maybe seven levels, each one with
hundreds of machines on display. Some were dealers for a specific
maker (Juki had a huge shop), others had second-hand stuff from every
imaginable maker. Everything from small domestic machines labelled
in Arabic to enormous 24-thread three-phase industrial sergers and
all sorts of doodads for ultra-specific tasks, most of which neither
Marion nor I could begin to guess at. After a circuit of one floor
Marion said "I've seen more sewing machines in the last two minutes
than in the rest of my life put together". The range of accessories
was equally gobsmacking. No matter how specialized and obscure the
foot you're after might be, somebody in here's going to have one.

If you want your mind boggled this place is well worth a visit. We
also found the clothing district south of the Grand Bazaar which must
be where many of these machines end up; vast buildings with entire
floors devoted to men's ties or monogram labels for school uniforms.
Much of it was closed for the holiday (4 days for the Feast of the
Sacrifice). When it's all open you could get lost in there for weeks.

Then there's the Street of Buttons, the shops that sell nothing but
washing-instruction and size labels, and somewhere (didn't find it
this time) a shop that sells nothing but faked woven designer labels
on the roll. Your local haberdashery shop will never look the same
again after a visit to Istanbul.

[followups to rctq]

Jack, it sounds fantastic! Did you take pix? Can you put some up for
us to see?
--
Kate XXXXXX R.C.T.Q Madame Chef des Trolls
Lady Catherine, Wardrobe Mistress of the Chocolate Buttons
http://www.katedicey.co.uk
Click on Kate's Pages and explore!

Jack, it sounds fantastic! Did you take pix? Can you put some
up for us to see?

No, I don't have a digital camera and have given up on taking film
through airport "security" craziness. Pictures wouldn't convey the
scale of the Istanbul clothing business anyway - it's a vast maze.
Lots of twisty passageways all alike.

I didn't mention some of the more upmarket parts - you can get an
incredible range of *very* high quality stuff like gents' suitings,
far more than you could ever find in London. It isn't particularly
cheap but at that end of the market who cares? (And across the street
from the poshest suitings shop I have ever seen, a guy standing on the
pavement with a six-foot rack of football shirts in outdated designs
from previous seasons. No bit of the market is left uncatered for).


: Wow! Wonder if they have longarms...

Lots and lots of them.


: I loved Istanbul, maybe it's time for another trip! (Still wearing
: the baby goat coat I bought last time :-)

There's a lot of that sort of thing around, thanks to the new trade
links with Central Asia. I have several sheepskin hats I bought from
Kazakh traders dealing out of suitcases near the Galata Bridge. They
come out every night after the rush hour and all quit at once around
11pm. They act like a bunch of shady characters doing furtive deals -
buying a pair of furry slippers seems like an adventure out of an
international intrigue novel - but they're astonishingly well organized.
I recognized some I've seen on the same pitch selling the same stuff
three holidays running.

============== j-c ====== @ ====== purr . demon . co . uk ==============
Jack Campin: 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland | tel 0131 660 4760
http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/ for CD-ROMs and free | fax 0870 0554 975
stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, & Mac logic fonts | mob 07800 739 557

HUMMMMM.....maybe you should organize an RCTQ tour of Istanbul!!!!! Another
career!
KJ


"Jack Campin - bogus address" wrote in message
...
Jack, it sounds fantastic! Did you take pix? Can you put some
up for us to see?

No, I don't have a digital camera and have given up on taking film
through airport "security" craziness. Pictures wouldn't convey the
scale of the Istanbul clothing business anyway - it's a vast maze.
Lots of twisty passageways all alike.

I didn't mention some of the more upmarket parts - you can get an
incredible range of *very* high quality stuff like gents' suitings,
far more than you could ever find in London. It isn't particularly
cheap but at that end of the market who cares? (And across the street
from the poshest suitings shop I have ever seen, a guy standing on the
pavement with a six-foot rack of football shirts in outdated designs
from previous seasons. No bit of the market is left uncatered for).


: Wow! Wonder if they have longarms...

Lots and lots of them.


: I loved Istanbul, maybe it's time for another trip! (Still wearing
: the baby goat coat I bought last time :-)

There's a lot of that sort of thing around, thanks to the new trade
links with Central Asia. I have several sheepskin hats I bought from
Kazakh traders dealing out of suitcases near the Galata Bridge. They
come out every night after the rush hour and all quit at once around
11pm. They act like a bunch of shady characters doing furtive deals -
buying a pair of furry slippers seems like an adventure out of an
international intrigue novel - but they're astonishingly well organized.
I recognized some I've seen on the same pitch selling the same stuff
three holidays running.

============== j-c ====== @ ====== purr . demon . co . uk
==============
Jack Campin: 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland | tel 0131 660
4760
http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/ for CD-ROMs and free | fax 0870 0554
975
stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, & Mac logic fonts | mob 07800 739
557

Too bad you we can't see photos but your description has
us all longing to see Istanbul. How amazing all those
machines in one place would be.
Taria

Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:

Jack, it sounds fantastic! Did you take pix? Can you put some
up for us to see?


No, I don't have a digital camera and have given up on taking film
through airport "security" craziness. Pictures wouldn't convey the
scale of the Istanbul clothing business anyway - it's a vast maze.
Lots of twisty passageways all alike.

I didn't mention some of the more upmarket parts - you can get an
incredible range of *very* high quality stuff like gents' suitings,
far more than you could ever find in London. It isn't particularly
cheap but at that end of the market who cares? (And across the street
from the poshest suitings shop I have ever seen, a guy standing on the
pavement with a six-foot rack of football shirts in outdated designs
from previous seasons. No bit of the market is left uncatered for).


: Wow! Wonder if they have longarms...

Lots and lots of them.


: I loved Istanbul, maybe it's time for another trip! (Still wearing
: the baby goat coat I bought last time :-)

There's a lot of that sort of thing around, thanks to the new trade
links with Central Asia. I have several sheepskin hats I bought from
Kazakh traders dealing out of suitcases near the Galata Bridge. They
come out every night after the rush hour and all quit at once around
11pm. They act like a bunch of shady characters doing furtive deals -
buying a pair of furry slippers seems like an adventure out of an
international intrigue novel - but they're astonishingly well organized.
I recognized some I've seen on the same pitch selling the same stuff
three holidays running.

============== j-c ====== @ ====== purr . demon . co . uk ==============
Jack Campin: 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland | tel 0131 660 4760
http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/ for CD-ROMs and free | fax 0870 0554 975
stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, & Mac logic fonts | mob 07800 739 557