Saturday, 21 September 2013
Someone called me that once. Some context: I'd been unsuccessfully asking many, many people for a lighter outside a restaurant (evidently no one smokes anymore. Too 90s), and then tried to order Diet Coke but was told by the waitress that they only sold fresh smoothies. So I stopped playing Snake on my Nokia 5510 and clobbered her round the head with it. Just kidding. But it did get me thinking that perhaps I do veer towards the old school more often than I give myself credit for. Especially when it comes to good ol' fashioned stationery.
I just can't get my head round using my iPad as a calendar, or my phone to create to-do lists which are, more often than not, hideously, unfathomably long. I chop and change appointments at the speed of light as well (ah, the joys of being a freelancer), so I'm forever scribbling, re-scribbling, circling and asterisking - you just can't get that same satisfaction on a phone.
So when this glorious piece of neon pink leather arrived on my desk at Stylist a few months ago, I fell hard and fell quickly. Not only did it have tabs, stickers and zip compartments for everything (EVERYTHING!), it was also the most perfect, painful-to-look-at pink I'd ever seen. We were destined to be together.
It's A5 so more suitable for a desk, really, but regardless I tote it around from office to office and it never fails to elicit some kind of gasping reaction. I will then find them surfing the Filofax website shortly afterwards, wondering aloud whether to get it in pink or orange. I usually make them get the pink, in homage to me for being such a goddamn trend setter. I doubt that they did it in this colour back in the 20s, but it's called The Original. Taking something vintage and making it neon. The best kind of old school if you ask me.