While I was lying around in bed wrestling with the Snot Monster, I ran across some pics of a whole different level of 1911s, which continues to evolve as an object de'art as well as a prosaic handgun. the first is Cabot's American Joe:
Created by fashion designer Joe Faris — arguably the most famous clothing designer from Detroit since...well...since — it's very red, white and blue. And expensive.
Perfect Accessory For: Celebrity Harley riders, maybe Kid Rock, or anybody with a Hard Candy custom.
From Wicked Grips, a wicked one-off engraved 1911 in the style of Edgar Allan Poe:
Perfect Accessory For: Midlife crisis fund manager with newly minted 22-year old Goth girlfriend.
If you're short the bucks, you can always get a 1911 art print from Cafe Press:
From Rogers Precision, a pretty cool industrial treatment of a 1911 slide:
Perfect Accessory For: Ironman.
From my old friend Dave Lauck, his Texas Ranger of the Year commemorative:
Is that not a screamingly beautiful gun? Check the dictionary and find it under "good taste."
Perfect Accessory For: Anyone who wants the ultimate Texas BBQ gun.
You know, I woke up this morning humming Frosty the Snowman. What do you suppose that means?