Beauty
I have recently rekindled an old love: antique typewriters. I think the machines can belong to that set of most beautiful things I've ever seen. Take, for instance, this lovely little beast from 1936 to your left. Is not one of the most gorgeous things you've ever seen? I'd probably buy it, but sadly, my typewriter collection will have to wait to be built until much later--perhaps then I can happily click $400 over to ebay in exchange for such loveliness, but for now, I will simply froth at the mouth and grab this little beauty (for the bargain price of $25) instead:
I also think Vanilla bicycles are among the most beautiful items to ever catch mine eye. And perhaps one day I may start a VB collection; until then, I have my beautiful Bessie to carry me from A to B.
So, why this post then? Well, I am still learning about myself these days, and I thought my new obsession with typewriters odd--why do I find this little machines so thoroughly attractive? Why do I feel the need to possess so many of them?
I believe that these machines, just like bicycles and tables (with which I also harbor a desirous obsession), hold tremendous potential in such an aesthetically pleasing manner.
Perhaps I might type a novel on that wondrous Remington 5; where might I travel on my beautiful Vanilla? What conversations, loves and heartbreaks might unfold at my table?
Oh, potential. You are so beautiful.
posted by slickaphonic at 10:16 PM
6 Comments:
Oh, you already know I love the Vanilla B's. I love old typewriters too, but as much. Only cause I know they would just gather dust round here. I like the romantic idea of banging away on an old typewriter, but I'm a creature chained to the speed and convenience of my computer.
I would rather put pen to paper than typewrite.
They are beautiful though, I'll give you that.
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oh, my what a beautiful machine. Only $400? Man.
well, ttractor, it can be yours for "only $400"...look on ebay for remington 5 moderne/deco typewriter. She'll show up, you can buy her and then send me pictures of her new life in NY.
I just want her to go to a good home.
I can buy an assload of gorgeous plants for my backyard project for $400....I think I have to go for peonies, roses, raspberries, heirloom tomatoes and hydrangeas instead. (hmm. it occurs to me I might like red)
I used a typewriter for all of my projects since about fifth grade, when my teacher gave up on my handwriting. We had an electric for a while, which was loud and too heavy for the crappy card table it was on. It felt like the whole thing would collapse every time it punched a letter.
By high school, I had a portable, in a case that I never used, `cause who travels with a typewriter. But I sat in bed all day and just typed things, occasionally trying creative effects with moving the page around or different-colored ribbons. No, it's not handwriting, but you can do a lot with a typewriter. Like all those detective movies where the inspector looks at the letter and deduces that the person is clearly pissed off during this part of the letter where the type is heavier, and is an egomaniac because the capital I is exceptionally worn down, and the typewriter was built between 1981 and early 1982. If it were a computer document, the inspector would just say `Oh, she used Word.'
yeah..i like the idea that whenever i type something, even if it's whited-out, it's still in existence...enough so that if i were to have a freak accident, the detectives would be able to read the ribbon to figure out my life.
i love this anecdote about you, btw.
who knew you were once a luddite? your love for keyboards apparently began quite early...and now it's devolved into a glove.
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