Ok, so you can’t put a price on true art—and who’s to say what is or isn’t art. What I don’t get is how you can rubber stamp art on a chandelier that is clearly about as unique as a music store poster or as unique as a Kanye West incident is isolated. What I’m trying to say here is not that a chandelier made from love letters is not unique, because it is. What I am saying is that a chandelier made from photo copies of “scribbled paper notes from some incurable romantic’s desk” is mass-manufactured garbage that would be better spewed forth from an Ikea, because at least that way I know what to expect. I mean, some incurable romantic’s desk? You didn’t bother to get the guy’s name in the hope that a signed love letter might…oh, I don’t know, add sincerity and human value to the piece (of crap). It certainly would inch closer to justifying that $1200 price tag. But you can’t put a price on art.
I saw this in a store recently and was actually quoted a higher price. My wife and I thought it was cool but were like “I could totally fucking do that from shit at Home Faackin’ Desspot kid… fuh’ like 6 bux” I mean come on, it uses Staples brand office clips to hold the slips of paper. You can get a box of those for under $5, and you could get the wire at a hobby store or any hardware store. Not to mention I don’t want to constantly be reminded of my shitty office job when I am bangin’ my girl on the dining room table getting all romanticle and shit. Plus it’s a hell of a lot cooler if you DYI it. The light, not the girl. Well the girl too.
We both agreed if we did buy/make one that the paper slips would be the first thing to go and would be replaced with something more personal.
Like pictures of my cock.
You hear that YLighting? Cock chandelier’s are way more romantic.