Though it’s difficult to judge a pipe without smoking it, I like this weird looking contraption. At first glance, it appears clunky –and it is– but a closer examination reveals that the traditional pipe shape is broken down into its most basic geometry. Everything but Euclid has been cut out of the wood.
Having said that, Duchamp should not give up his day job. (If he had one. Which I doubt.) I much prefer the look of my green Peterson bent bulldog.
Shalome gave it to me. Although she’s certainly no Marcel Duchamp, she has better taste in pipes.