Because everything written is digital now, functionally, paperweights have gone the way of the *insert your beautiful species that our rampant overconsumption rendered extinct here.*
I don’t care. I think paperweights cool. They’re vintage and fun and they’re great for self-defense.
My collection is vast and odd. I obtained most pieces for a paltry $1.50–$2.99, depending on whether their stickers bore half-off-colors that day at Goodwill or not. In other words: they were practically free.
Because they have no function, though—other than being glorious glass or acrylic balls of wonder—I’ve taken to either spreading them across my desk at work or pairing them at home with books that they resemble, with the result that my paperweights have found a second functional life: they’re ART, dahling.
There’s also a second bookish aspect at work here: did you know that (according to the all-knowing wiki) Colette, Oscar Wilde, and Truman Capote were also paperweight collectors? No? Well: they were. So: RELEVANT.
Without any further rationalization!: welcome to opening night of the Paperweights and Books show at the Book Riot Gallery. We hope you brought your own wine and cheese, because the only feasts we’re serving are visual, y’all. There are links for the books if you’re interested, but nothing on the paperweight side is for sale and no, I do not want to share. Get your own.
Then take pictures.
We like bookish pictures.
Do you have any bookish habits or curiosities that fascinate you like this? Tell us about ’em!