No Really, I Don't Mean To...

The Rabbits' Village School, 1888 

I feel sort of hesitant about writing this post because it is starting a trend. A tag that has been used more than once. Taxidermy. It isn't that I have a fondness for it, I just sort of come across the various examples and they suck me in to a vortex of horror and fascination. 

The Upper Ten or Squirrels Club, Date Unknown

What is it that possesses people to take dead animals, stuff them and then rework them into hideous anthropomorphic poses? I was reading a book about museums and came across the work of Walter Potter. A man who devoted his life to create tableaux comprised of lots of very cute and very dead animals. 

Kittens' Tea and Croquet Party c. 1870s

Count 'em, thirty-seven kittens playing croquet. A further garden of furry delights and tales of taxidermy can be discovered at A Case Of Curiosities.

The Internet: The Good, The Bad and The Simply Curious

You just came on here to check your email and then all of a sudden you've been here for four hours, and you're several cups of coffee and many confused, delighted and disgusted facial expressions later. Welcome to the internet. 

This week I have thoroughly enjoyed trawling through Ashkahn Shahparnia's website which is a combination of his own graphic work 

and funny little bits of debris that he finds inspiring

(It's not all text, lots of pretty pictures too) 

I have been horrified and addicted to Crappy Taxidermy, a train-wreck-don't-want-to-know-but-can't-look-away inducing tidbit passed along to me by my partner. 

I've also had my curiosity piqued by the work of young Mr. Robin F Williams a 25 year old New Yorker. I can't quite decide if I love it or hate it?