These two door handles caught my eye recently, one on a 1970's era building on lower Queen Anne, the other at a club along Dexter Avenue.
The symmetry of the shapes appeals to me, the simplicity, the sense of retro honesty.
I like that a humble, useful object can also be interesting, and beautiful.
These handles seem to possess a certain timelessness but maybe that's an invention, maybe I'm seeing more than is really there.
I do that sometimes.
I have this need to idolize, to hero-worship, and this can make me blind.