There’s nothing like a little frivolity to lighten your day when you’ve been pondering some really serious and stomach-churning topics. Hail, then, the arrival of the Sotheby’s catalog and the momentary dropping of all material culture pretenses.
This time, it’s Private Collections. You say Private Collections, I say Disturbing and Hyper-Overpriced Gift Shop. But what does Snarky Duck say?
Poor Strangled Parrot: I don’t think he can say much.
And these guys, described as playful dogs, look more like dyspeptic pugs to me.
It is amazing what people will make and buy (which delights me), and I’m certain that things I own would astonish and appall someone with different taste. But animal effigies always intrigue me, and (aside from Snarky Duck, our 19th century friend) figures like these could have graced the mantels and tables of the finest homes of the 19th century. It would have been a crowded and raucous world.
Here’s the whole catalog, should you care for some ormolu chairs or Aubusson drapes (which I did not know existed until today).