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

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