discommon } my unexpected date with a straight razor
My family and I love fine things: my son’s Royal typewriter, Ahmed’s slide rule, aka a slipstick (wink, wink), my Muji notebooks and the star of this post, a Discommon titanium straight razor. Makes a girl wish, for once, that she were a man.
My brother Ahmed recently bought a razor. He didn’t just get it from the Mishref Coop behind my parents’ house. It’s a serious work of art. And he asked me to take it home and photograph it.
I am terrified of any sort of blade. I have a phobia (this is grotesque and very specific) of someone slicing my throat with a knife as I enter a dark room. So you can imagine my nervousness at handling such a sharp object. But soon its beauty overshadowed its potential damage (especially in the hands of a klutz like me).