Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Sometimes when I study a Bakelite button I like to imagine that I'm channeling psychic impressions that trace back to the original owners of these dandy relics. Case in point: this checkered button in rootbeer and butterscotch possesses an air of collegiate life during the Jazz Age. Moreover, I attach this button to an Ivy League winter coat on a bookish and somewhat rakish sophomore at Harvard in the 1920's. A frequenter of louche cafes and Bohemian hookah lounges, he read all the works of Franz Kafka and nurtured a strange infatuation with a mousy librarian with a speech impediment.
And that's my attempt at clairvoyance through Bakelite.