I walked into the office of the wood shop one Saturday afternoon to meet with my sculpture professor Scott. I sat down on the spongy roll-y chair in the middle of the room, and looked over at his desk.
Sitting there, completely naked, was his iPhone.
I looked up through the office window, through to the many bits of sharpened steel littered around the shop.
I looked back at him, made a squished up confused face and asked:
"Scott, why don't you have a case on your iPhone?"
"Well, a whole team of talented designers worked very hard for a very long time to make this thing beautiful. I don't want to cover it up."