I've always been obsessed with frames. They are artworks in themselves. They often times are more jaw dropping then the works they are trying to compliment. Sometimes I get lost in thinking, "THIS is the frame they chose to compliment THAT" and then that inner battle ensues. None the less, if done properly, a frame can take a painting from awesome, to a zenith unimagined and unattainable without the frame. I just consider their powers to be magical.
When I first moved to San Francisco, I told Eva that I will go out my way to search for ornate, decadent with a flair of arrogant-style frames. From floral filled, golden corned, wooden sculpted frames from yesteryear, to new-aged lacquered coated frames clearly made in the 2000's, I want them all! I started out going to local frame shops, and then to flea markets. Eva was a HUGE help in the department because she works in interior design and knew of all the hole in the wall locations, and flea markets to attend to find the hot shit.
Once I found a plug for a few that are now, to me, priceless (and not even REMOTELY for sale so don't even bother asking), I then just kept my ears up and eyes peeled for anything that fit the style of the collection that I was trying to build.