Two weeks ago I bought a new leather jacket. It is a cool one, think Indiana Jones. It has been pre”aged” for my convenience.
This sort of made me think. Is there anything authentic there anymore? I mean the jacket clearly is “authentic” it is just not old and has not been worn for 30 years, and definitely has not been to any jungle or other “hostile” place (Edmonton does definitely not count as an urban jungle).
But yet, I bought it, not only because of the look but also because of what the look is saying, what it is saying about me. That I am an adventurer, getting around in the world etc.
This ties nicely into me wondering for the last little while on why we are so fascinated with destruction and decay. Be it movies, books, photos… The slow process of decay is what appeals to a large group of people. The rust on the bike frame is what catches our eye, not the frame in and on itself.
Back in Europe you can find “aged building”, I grew up in one, it was modernized, restored, upgraded, but the essence was still at least 150 years old, who knows, maybe even older. It had a two level basement with the first level featuring a concrete floor and old, worn out stone steps leading down to it.
But on the second level it was almost like a dungeon. I wonder who and when they dug it. Remembering back now it was clearly older than the upper level, or at least it looked that way.
But here in north america, nothing seems to be authentic. If you can fake it, someone will, and it’ll be good enough. “Old’ means from the 50s (and mostly it also means ugly, but that’s just me).
I just wish people would hold onto things more instead of seeing everything as “throw away” as it seems to be the way these days.
The Walmartization of society.