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| I can’t think of a more appropriate monument to the New England Patriots improbable Super Bowl victory than a figurine of a cherubic, knocked-kneed hobbledehoy evacuating his bowels while perusing the sports pages. Apparently, somebody forgot to tell the good people at Hummel that the demand for scatological statuettes is not inelastic, so you cannot create value by simply curtailing supply. If it worked that way, you could make a killing hocking pieces of your own feces because JUST NINE AMERICANS IN A MILLION WILL OWN ONE!
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| I’m not entirely convinced that Anne Geddes isn’t a brilliant artist. My theory is that there is an interactive element to her work. The audience becomes part of the work. She markets all this baby/animal stuff, knowing herself that it is as creepy as the day is long. However, by successfully marketing the grotesque as cute, her work packs an artistic punch that works like the late-period mannequin sex photos of Cindy Sherman never could.
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| Sex sells . . . always?
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| Yeah, I know we have this pic on another page, but we love the idea of someone wanting a doll of a baby that looks like a 30 year woman.
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| Ok, yes adding this to the site is a bit childish, but it’s still funny. So bite me. I actually said, “WHAT THE . . !” and did a double take when I saw this. You HAVE to think that the person who drew the diagram did this deliberately. If not, a Freudian would have a field day with him.
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