I have a landline at my new
apartment in Downtown Las Vegas. Some of you might ask, What’s a landline? Well, it’s a telephone that is not mobile. It’s
a nod to the past that I absolutely love, so I decided that I wouldn’t just
pick up any V-Tech or Sony cordless phone at Walmart.
I wanted something old,
something with a soul, something that was essentially obsolete but still proudly
served its function, something that’s been places and seen things long before
falling into my hands. I'm often amazed at how the things we want and desire come to
fruition. After talking about wanting an old, unique phone for weeks, I didn’t find
this phone; this phone found me ... at
Savers. It wasn’t even on the shelf yet. The thing grabbed my attention from
inside an inventory cart. Thank God I saw this funky piece of functional art
when I did because a few UNLV hipsters and etsy-looking-people fixed their gaze on
it as I proudly stood in line to pay. Happy Birthday to me! And kudos to
the artist,
Hollis Fingold, whoever
you are...
~Meow~
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