dead things for money.

the quickest way to my heart, whether it's food, clothing, conversation, or art, is dead things.

i love a good steak or burger. i love leather (pleather is just fine). my favorite class i ever took, probably, was DEATH RITUALS AND MUMMIFICATION. and, i admit it, as uncool as it is, i still like damien hirst.  (i think that's the art-world equivalent of saying your favorite band is still 311, but... whatever, forgive me).

here is the piece that made me fall in love with him. it's called "THE PHYSICAL IMPOSSIBILITY OF DEATH IN THE MIND OF SOMEONE LIVING" :

humans have this natural thing with sharks. we see them and we sort of panic. confession: i am still a little scared of sharks in the bathtub and swimming pools. and if i were to walk into a room where this shark were floating in a tank, i would probably jump. beyond that, it's obviously dead, and it's obviously no threat. thus, the (brilliant) title.

i was thrilled, several weeks ago, to find online another (english, which is weird) artist who works in the medium of death. she is a taxidermist/artist, and arranges her dead animals carefully, often juxtaposing them with beautiful household objects.

behold, polly morgan:

isn't this one just so sweet and magic:

delicious:

this reminds me of heroin, somehow:

one of my favorite things about polly, besides the vintage name and the fact that she pals around with jude law, is that she dresses exactly like me:

seriously polly. we are the last two hipsters art nerd weirdos in these boots. and tim gunn said we're not supposed to wear leggings anymore.