in my grief-driven redecorating frenzy, i warned my taller half that the enormous and disturbing poster for the disturbing movie "brazil" has expired. its days are numbered. while he might have been in a quandary about how to save it (or get it to his office - it's huge!), i was pondering how to replace it. another movie poster was proposed. i demurred. a poster of cheese then perhaps? veto!
i like going to the architecture and design collection on the third floor at moma and seeing the original ipod on display, behind glass. i have the exact same model at home, and i dare say it probably works as well as the relic on 53rd st. the value lies entirely in the design now.
i once bought a silk scarf with the express purpose of framing it. it was made in italy for the now defunct harzfeld's, according to the tags. it is signed "ahrlé", which means nothing to me. the design is of a regal butterfly. it looked like art to me. but then so do my converse, yet i wear those.
if you had to pick one item of clothing, that you own, to display as art, what would it be?