To watch an architect select a new writing utensil is like watching a love story unfold before your eyes. Each architect is different in how they go about selecting their pen of choice, but once they have chosen, they commit for life. For an architect and his pen, it is truly ‘until death do we part’. There is a narrow range of acceptable pen-tributes, which tends to exclude both high end and dollar store pens. Let’s take a look at the typical tales of many an architect:
Mont Blanc is often considered the epitome of writing tools; the creme de la creme; the best of the best. If you want to impress, you get a Mont Blanc. Though many a Mont Blanc would love to get their ink on the pages of a legendary Moleskine notebook, they are often looked over in favor of something less conspicuous and more affordable. After all, architects are masters of subtlety and demand a writing utensil that can hold its own whilst sketching, signing a contract, or correcting the intern’s detail drawings. No, Mont Blanc is beautiful, but too high maintenance. No doubt it will be perfect for some banker or business man and find a wonderfully lavish home in a standard black briefcase, but for the architect looking to settle down with something comfortable, its just a bit too ‘much’.
While the architecture student has no doubt had plenty of run-ins with the dollar store Bic pen bargain pack, the rift between them grows when graduation nears. Though the Bic pens love to party, they just aren’t there when you need them; they never seem to carry their weight, and often break down into a blubbering mess. The Bic will work in a pinch, but its not exactly the type of pen you can take home and show off. The rift deepens when the architect decides to go solo and start his own practice. I guess they just want different things, or maybe Bic just isn’t his type. I hate to be the one to break this, but Bic, he’s just not that into you.
The matchmaking continues in the life of the architect as he bounces from one pen to the next, giving them an opportunity to be creative during concept sketches and to really burn the midnight oil during a red-line party; but the architect is usually left feeling empty. They just aren’t ‘the one’.
Then, after some time of feeling like life is just one bad speed dating dinner, the architect catches the glimpse of something perfect; the delicate scribble of black ink on a torn and slightly crumpled piece of paper. Someone had tossed the schematic sketch to the trashcan, but by chance, missed. The swirling velvety ink paralyzes the architect; this is the one. The architect begins a furious search for the elusive and seductive pen. He must have it! He digs through the desk drawers of his co-workers stations and flips through the piles of drawings looking for more evidence of existence, when all of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, he sees it. It is the [felt tip/micron/High-tech Roller Ball/Gel/super fine/super thick/exactly-what-he-always-wanted] pen of his dreams.
From this moment, the bond forms. The architect gingerly picks up the pen and twirls it in his hand. It is perfectly weighted, and fits like it was made for him. He takes out his sketchbook and draws a single straight line. The ink glides on perfectly; smoothly. He then draws a circle, followed by several more lines. He practices writing his name Architect Bob Pen …er…Smith. Ah, the joy! The relief! The satisfaction! This is the pen for him! He makes a mental note of the brand, the color, the style and continues to doodle on his notebook for a while until he realizes its late.
As the architect leaves for the night, he tucks the pen gently inside of his satchel and puts on his glasses to go. He feels complete; like a real architect. The pen of his dreams – its his now – had been right in front of him all along.
Written by: Brinn Miracle