This is my pocketknife that I've owned for over fifteen years now. Not only has it survived boy scouts and film school, but also multiple moves and random adventures.


That's my mom's labeling work. My favorite memory with this knife was from one afternoon when I was cleaning it. I was using nail polish remover and I must not have realized how potent it was because I accidentally melted my fingerprints into the plastic outer casing:


I think I might photograph more of my things.