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Trunks aren’t just places to keep things. They’re time capsules. Before plastic tubs filled every house, durable vintage trunks with storage were the way people travelled. Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering. I still think about when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, fire breathers, acrobats — and always clowns. Looking at the trunk feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for the show to begin.
When I first saw the circus clown trunk, I just stared. The painted face staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a piece of a lost world — a travelling circus.