My Polo Belt

I’ve had this buckle since I was 10 years old.
It was bought at some big fancy US department store in the mid 80s, a time when Ralph Lauren played with pop.

My waist has grown since, and I’ve replaced the thick yellow canvas original, with a cheap-o H&M black thing.
The clear lacquer is now cream, flashing a vintage feel that looks like an old Les Paul.
The edges may be chipping, but it’s bulls eye keeps drawing me in like magic.
My very own Frank Stella.

I hope to wear it on the day I die.

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