Chrome + Lamp

I think chrome had this appeal of false luxury. It’s like a cheap vegas hotel, unarguably still a piece of acquired luxury but it oversell itself. Chrome is like the accessible level of luxury that the middle class could achieve, the trim line of a car, the edges of the diner booth on a night out to eat. Even when scuffed or scratched it has this fondness to it like a bronze statue’s patina. Chrome always shines, in spite of. I love the idea of polishing chrome, something about rubbing that trim with a cloth, like some magic middle class lamp clinging to hope.