Tuesday, 3 June 2014

The Second Life of Old Trophies

Saturday Morning
Midsummer, 1994

“I still had the whole trophy from my Mr. Universe win.  It was more substantial than usual: A brass, art-deco, funnel-cloud-shaped, covered vase, mounted on a teakwood base.  Only the little physique man mounted on top was plastic, so I kept it around.  Not displayed.  Collecting dust in a hall closet.
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The one from winning the Mr. Southern California was a silver-plated champagne bucket with the title and year engraved on it. It sat on the corner of my desk. Since it easily held fifty or sixty pens and pencils, it had some utility.
The sliver-plated punch bowl from winning the California Muscle Classic was outside in a flower garden, filled with carefully selected, smooth agate stones and being allowed to go old and mossy, because I thought it looked English or French or something.  That one was getting the best second life an aging trophy could ever want.” 

Excerpted from: GORILLA SUIT © by Bob Paris (St. Martin’s Press, 1997, all rights reserved  ISBN 0-312-16855-1) 

Photo by John Balik, © Bob Paris