Once this was true, but no longer. I bought late-night fountain pens from Japan, knives from Pakistan, watches from the Middle East....
Now I belong to a organization you can find near the beginning of the phonebook, as Craig Ferguson puts it. Oddly, though, my return to photography and acquisition of more camera gear than a photographer absolutely needs has occurred during this wonderful period of spiritual and emotional clarity. To put it another way, though, sobriety is not an antidote to GAS. Or yet another way (and the one I select for myself), I reached a point where I made a happy choice to spend discretionary income on the image-making permanencies of Leica, Ricoh, Fuji rather than on the oblivion-inducing ephemeralities of Sauza, Glenmorangie, artisan brew and pinot noir.
