Fountain Pens, Again:
Courtesy (again) of David Harris' Science & Literature blog, a link to a story about a fountain pen aficionado named Andreas Lambrou:
He knows the flow must go on
For a collector and businessman, nothing that modern technology offers these days can replace the magic of writing with a fountain pen.
By John Balzar, Times Staff Writer
Half a century is a long time to defy progress, to swim upstream, to celebrate what had been. In the beginning, Andreas Lambrou was just a schoolboy. In Nicosia, Cyprus, he started tagging along with his uncle who happened to sell everyday writing pens. There was something about these instruments and the way they felt in the hand. As Lambrou grew up and moved to Great Britain, he couldn't shake his fascination. He accepted, oh well, that he was a "weirdo." He collected pens, repaired pens, designed pens and made friends of like-minded inky antiquarians from around the world. Ultimately, he wrote the book on pens. Fountain pens, naturally.
Now living mostly in the U.S., with his hair gray and the years lined on his enthusiastic face, Andreas Lambrou finds himself unexpectedly in the best of times: The past, at last, has caught up with the future.
Lambrou is a weirdo no more. At 60, he is an industrial artist, a businessman, an authority--and, yes, still a good part schoolboy. From an apartment office in the Wilshire District, he commissions some of the most exquisite fountain pens ever made. Or, foun-TAINE pens, as he pronounces it with his lingering Greek accent
The rest at http://www.latimes.com/technology/la-et-balzar16jul16221421,1,2390266.story?coll=la-headlines-technology