As of a few days ago, suspenders and their symbolism (functional, but has-been, but not because hipster, but still functional, and could be very serious, but not quite, or at least a little) have given me a lot of fun.

I love them for the same reason I love socks: they are shapes and objects of the everyday, originally meant to be serve a serious, definite purpose, that have become for many loud emblems or quiet indications of their eccentricity and, well the most beautiful of all, they are relatively shapeless until they are worn and used.


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