If you had put thoughts into each and every one of your actions, you would have the best course presented to you. Using a fountain pen in the subtlest way teaches me to treat my actions with extreme intention. The act of writing is a lost art somehow; people are gun-shy, nowadays even our signatures are digitised. Things have gotten less personal; everything is playbooked. No, no one ever makes mistakes, or they would immediately place blame on their sources, then immediately the conversation shifts to what alternative source is superior and inferior in whichever regard. In the end? Just another chinwag.
In my recent downtown saunters, I found myself in one of the most storied fountain pen store and was greeted by not only an array of stationaries, fountain pens, new and vintage (restored), and of course, ink. As my wife went asking the young and enthusiastic store clerk, who busied himself with the vintage pen ‘tasting’ notes as she was casually dropping vintage Parker reference numbers, my mind and half of my body shifted over to a counter filled with Kaweco sport, and ink. I would be bringing home one or the other. Grateful that I had a chance to test drive the Kaweco sport, which was seen used by the jackal portrayed deliciously by Eddie Redmayne, not the right timing.
Then followed the recommendation by the other store clerk and purchased the iroshizuku shinroku forest green. I’m still not entirely sure I like the bottle hence remained unopened, and is green my colour? I was dead sure I would enjoy the Graf von Faber-Castell from the first sighting with its regal and elegant bottling.
I have come to learn that this is my sweet spot, or one may argue to be a comfort zone. Drawing some of my firsts, my first made to measure blazer was a navy one with burgundy inlay, swayed away by my then tailor from opting for gold or brass or even silver buttons which gives a much more versatile look, only to have found myself getting a conceptually identical, the constructionally far more superior one from Alfred Dunhill in an opportune occasion, swiftly stepped in as my business meeting and travel jacket. My first watch purchase of significance, a medium sized Cartier Tank Américaine which featured with dark blue alligator strap now patina to mossy green, in certain lighting you’ll get a tint of peacock. Regal, subtle, of superior quality.
My fountain pen was dried up and ready to be christened with a new ink, yet I found myself dipping its fine, gold-capped nib into the GvFC as I took my first sip of my morning long black.
Article written by @suiticism
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