I don’t know about you but I love the concept of ‘outliers’ – something or someone who is different from the norm. Whether an object or a subject, an outlier stands apart from the crowd, being its own thing and not giving a monkeys about convention or expectation (of all the books I’ve read, Malcolm Gladwell’s book, Outliers, seems to be the one I quote the most. Just you wait and see.) I often think of outliers when I scan objects in charity shops or at a car boot sale, especially when I spot one that looks like no one will love it. And yet, yet: they may contain the kernel of something special that means I cannot walk away. Often i don’t even know why this is. Often it seems like a crazy flight of fancy to take these style aberrations home with me, but I do it anyway. It was an outlier moment last weekend that led me to buy this vintage jug that SIC would almost certainly dub ‘fugly’. He may well be right. But sometimes we have to take a chance on things, leap without knowing where the drop will take us, whether it’s on a radical life matter or simply whether we choose to rehome a piece of curious pottery. Have you had any ‘outlier object’ moments?
Martha, The Colour File x