Gas Mask

I was helping my grandmother clean out her drawers(that are a nightmare of screwdrivers and pills by the way) and -truthfully it was destined- we pulled out an old decrepit gas mask. I fell in love. The strands had broken, so she let me have it. I've always wanted one, a respirator. Don't ask me why. I'm not going to use it, but it's the coolest treasure in my room right now. Here is a picture of it:

a little dusty.