Lately, my adoration for all things dilapidated has reared its head as a frenzy for sturdy old boxes and random old tools.
Sometimes, you find that ideal combo of structure , texture, and story in the most unlikely places. Sure, it would be nice to purchase a forcola a la architect I. M. Pei, but architectural forms abound in places other than Venice; one just needs to look!
As a plus, the coke box feels a little pop-art, and the insanely textured patina is ideal for contrasting with prissier interior elements— say, all things crystal, gilded, silk, pristine, clean, you get the idea.
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