Photographs Courtesy Aandersson Ceramics
Dear Diary,
I love my life and everything is perfect! I never see anything I want that I can’t afford and I have all the white ceramic objects a man could ever need. I’m so content!
Love,
Orlando
…Moments later…
Dear REAL Diary,
I hate my life and I want everything all the time and can only afford one expired can of tuna and a half-drunk Diet Mountain Dew in a dented can. Oh Diary, how I long to buy all the white ceramic things in the world, so that I one day when there is a terrifying earthquake in Los Angeles the dishes that I have hoarded over the years will topple on top of me and behead me instantly, so I will no longer have to live with the pain of wanting even more white pottery.
I recently came across this lovely stuff from Aandersson Ceramics, a company so confident they were making the best white pottery in the world that they added two unnecessary letters to their name. It’s all amazing and I want it all right now.
Look at all these gems. GET IN MY MOUTH.
Notice anything about all the names? THEY ALL START WITH “O”! Which is yet more evidence that I need all of them.
Love,
Orlando
PS: Check out more pieces from Aandersson Ceramics on their Internet Website!
I have nothing constructive to add other than: your diary entries read like mine and these are bloody brilliant.
Never before have I felt so strongly that I need a bowl.
My name is Vajra, and I’m a white ceramics hoarder. That is all.
“Hello, my name is Orlando and I am ceramic-holic…”
All of us “Hello Orlandooooo!”
Welcome to the club… you have to visit Limoges my dear! Maybe not practical to bring your stuff in a plane..