The Sharper Image, the first organization to properly fetishize gadgetry as a lifestyle accessory and not just the domain of the obsessive, has filed for Chapter 11—and good riddance. The company has long hawked substandard, unimaginative products, like a cut-rate Sky Mall without all the whimsy (nor the captive audience).
And let’s not even mention the retail stores, staffed by inept floor walkers and clogged with fake leather cases, ionic air lung scorchers and fake chromed plastic as far as the eye could see. Despite fond memories of fireside flips through its exotic pages, I am not upset to see the company go. It had long outlived its usefulness.