Being ashamed of my foolishly profligate acquisition of razors, I had a Wall of Shame in my office:
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This irritated some patients enormously for unknown reasons, and many felt free to criticize it on review sites. Screw 'em, said I. No one ever minded the Spitfire or the Mosquito. Nor all the fountain pens. I was in that room for ten hours a day, six days a week. I wanted it to be nice for me.
Then there were the Shelves of Shame, with a small portion of the brushes, aftershaves, and soaps, with none of the creams, in my bathroom shown here on home developed colour film from a Leica M2:
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They are still there, though I rotate the brushes somewhat with the store in the basement. I also have a couple of nice TI display cases on the bedroom wall full of my favourite razors (Zowadas, Livis, Wacker, TI, W&B, Harts etc). Most razors, strops and brushes have to live in the basement, and all my creams, soaps and spare bottles of aftershaves live in the Drawers of Shame of which I have no photos. What the hell I'll do with them all when my wife makes me move next year, I do not know.