ANTISOCIOLOGY: ///BACON///

My last iPhone was stolen the night of my birthday at The Roxy last year. I recall obscure details such as Travis Barker drumming away in the same manner my brother would in the damp corner room of our Auckland house in 2005. I recall myself, shivering, watching in awe with hands dug into the shallow pockets of a beige trenchcoat. The fact is, the phone was likely not stolen, it probably fell out of my pocket in the boozed up, junked out frenzy that might've come over me a tad past midnight. Upon phone-less realization at approximately seven in the morning, I immediately went online to report it stolen, suspend the service, & order a new phone. I ordered a Blackberry which was only attractive to me because of its white leather exterior. Unsurprisingly, it turned out to be everything I never wanted, but I was to be contractly bound to it for the next two years. I dropped it accidentally-on-purpose innumerable times, threw it against many a brick & concrete wall, chucked it across the length of my living room into the kitchen in several frustrated furies, & after about a year & a half of that, it ceased to start up. Jacq kindly lent me a circa 1991 or something Nokia which has actually sufficed just fine. Who needs internet at their hands 24/7/365 anyway? It's been quite pleasant going out to socialize with friends & actually talking rather than us sitting in silence messing with our phones the entire time. However, to answer the question: I need internet at my hands 24/7/365 (read: at-hand navigation because I still get fucking lost in LA even after having lived here for five years + in-car Pandora/Spotify + on-the-go Skype/chat). &, seeing as my two-year contract is up, I'm due for a "discounted" upgrade, so I'm purchasing an iPhone 4S.

Here are some leather cases to consider.. some ridiculous, some not so much.

& paintings by my personal most admired portraitist of the twentieth century: Francis Bacon.