I’ve always had a fascination with well-loved objects, even if I don’t know the people who originally did the loving.
I attribute this to having grown up in an entirely disposable culture. It’s the same thing that draws me to fountain pens and straight razors and a century-old printing press.
In obvious mends, I find evidence of devotion and care, of love and story. Well worn objects are a rarity when most most of our lives are made of plastic and cotton-poly blends.
Perhaps the greatest expression of this is in the art of kintsugi. You’ve likely seen a beautiful piece of pottery adorned with striking gold veins. In kintsugi, the repair makes the object more beautiful than it originally was.
Modern, clean and crisp are fun and beautiful, but sometimes we all just need a little bit of beautiful mess.
I love this.