The Life Inside A Chest
When I first stumbled across the circus clown trunk, I stopped in my tracks. The hand-drawn clown staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a memory of a lost world — a carnival gone by. Chests aren’t just containers. They’re keepers of journeys. Before plastic tubs filled every house, trunks were the way people travelled. Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering.
I can’t forget when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, fire breathers, acrobats — antique decor and trunks (official website) always clowns. Looking at the trunk feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for the show to begin.