Second Hand Stuff Fetish! Don’t Judge Me.
“Wow! Gotta have it” was my thought when I walked into a co-worker’s office at the Conservatory of Music and spotted this funky little, iron magazine rack. It silently begged me to rescue it from the depths of office that had swallowed it whole. Trapped and useless under hoards of paper, wires and sound gadgets, I was transported into a zone, imagining it in my apartment, next to the turquoise wall, on the left side of my rust brown, leather chair. Oh this was an aesthetic and functional match made in heaven and so, I did the unthinkable, I expressed my affection towards it and BOOM, it was mine! My co-worker gave it up! (Get your mind out of the gutter). I remember fighting back my sinful enthusiasm with the rack cradled in my arms and pressed up against my chest, as I headed out the door. First foot out, then the second foot, then a few steps away from his door, I held it up and out, in front of me, under the hallway’s bright lights and exhaled into a million smiles.
Did he know how much he had made my day, that day? Its so true that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
Here it is pictured, captured with my very IMPOSSIBLE Droid Incredible, HTC phone.