SO LAUGHABLE DID SHE FIND PHILLIPE STARCK’S PRONOUNCEMENT...
1) Typical morning at our place. As always, we were talking obsessively about our weight. More obsessively than normal, in fact, because neither of us has a clue how much we weigh, because our bathroom scale is on the fritz.
2) The scale is a funky slab of featureless, purely modern silver designed by Phillipe Starck for his collection of stuff at Target. It was cheap!
3) Unless you count the gas that it took us to drive to Rochester, New York, three or four years ago. We went, actually, just to go to Target. We’d heard all these great things. Imagine our disappointment when it just turned out to be another Zellers/Walmart kind of place.
4) Although we both found Rochester lovely.
5) And we bought the scale, which has served us well for years, and is now dead. There’s a 1-800 number on the back for service, which Killer will call, but you know how these things are now. My brother just had some problems with his very nice point-and-shot digital camera, and the repair shop said it would be cheaper to buy a new one than repair it. Surely the Phillipe Starck scale will be the same. Disposable.
6) But talking about Phillipe Starck reminded me of what I’d read earlier. “He’s retiring,” I said. “Says he’s ashamed to have been a maker of things. That design is dead and that in the future there will be only personal trainers and diet consultants.”
7) And at that she spat her mouthful of coffee out into a basket full of her own clean laundry, so laughable did she find his prounoucement.
