Tom Eltang is a renowned pipe maker from Denmark who is recognised worldwide for his handmade tobacco pipes. His unique style, characterised by excellent workmanship and creative shapes, has made him an icon in the world of pipes. In addition to his own success, Eltang also encourages young talent and thus contributes to the preservation of the Danish pipe-making tradition. His pipes are coveted collector's items and have won numerous awards in international exhibitions and competitions.
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Isn’t it funny how when seeing LA county from above from my flight back from East Lansing, MI, I was struck by my love for the ideas and beauty this city offered, but the moment I landed felt immediately trapped? I’ve always felt trapped here and have always wanted to escape to a mystical east coast city like NYC. Although through the years I’ve come to love my home and see the beauty in it, I’ve never really understood what LA means and symbolizes for people not from here. Flying into LA after my trip a the small midwestern town, I finally kinda understood - here I arrive to the place of endless possibility. But then I landed with the familiar hopelessness and realize that it is in fact a mirage. Joan Didion articulates this feeling much better in her “Goodbye to All That”. I can’t believe how much more this essay resonates with me now as a 23 year old than the first time I read it at 16. I don’t think I truly understood it then, other than being enchanted by the subject of NYC and Didion’s writing. I didn’t expect the subject to be so relevant to what I’ve been feeling these past few months, especially these past few days in Michigan. The whole thing of “I never dreamed that my first time truly moving away from my city, I’d be going to the middle of nowhere. I always dreamed I’d be in NYC by now”. But maybe it was always, and still is, this love... fixation... enchantment with the idea of what NYC is and not what it actually is. As an outsider, I think it is a tendency to idealize places. I love California not because of what it symbolizes, but because it is my home. and the people i love are here, and the nature and food i love are here. But in my short journey of understanding LA from an outsider perspective, I also get the feeling that “it is distinctly possible to stay too long at the Fair”. Maybe we aren’t talking about the same thing here. I’m kinda going on a tangent and picking up on pieces I’m relating with. But reading Didion just made me remember that what a city seems to represent and offer may not be a good indicator of happiness potential. It’s important for me now to go with the flow and get out of California, and make the most I can in the midwest.
I’m still so enchanted by her description of NYC even though it’s through a lens of future demise as the essay opens “it is easy to see the beginning of things, and harder to see the ends”. she just has a way of bringing you along with her experiences and feelings. her nostalgia. and her descriptions make you feel like you’re there with the feel and the smell and chaos. “I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Ave and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out of the West and reached the mirage”. goddamn. “it never occurred to me that I was living a real life there. in my imagination i was always there for just another few months, just until christmas or easter or the first warm day in may” NYC from the beginning was an ephemeral place for her. a place like disneyland that brought wonder and instantaneous happiness, but could you live in that forever? how interesting the difference in perception and treatment of big cities between outsiders and those from there..
