I’ve met my fair share of vintage fur coats and I’ve seen a good few taxidermied animals, but it wasn’t until I found myself in a vintage shop in Lincoln the other weekend that I was confronted with racks of vintage fur stoles, scarves and hats. The fur looked rich in colour, very enticing, so I went to stroke the soft looking fur. At my touch, I saw little fox limbs sway like wind charms underneath. As I investigated further, more limbs, frozen faces and limp tails became apparent, beautiful and sad at the same time.
Then as I saw more than one animal stitched together (my mind thinks of Human Centipede), designer labels sewn on their underbellies, heads split in half for decoration, it all seemed a bit ludicrous and dare I say it – funny. If you’re familiar with my sense of humour, you’ll know it’s macabre. The whole experience prompted me to create this little poem and accompanying artwork.
With gorgeous colours, oh what a sight,
And soft to touch, a real delight!
But Lifeless Fox got me thinking
As its glassy eyes watched unblinking,
Seemed odd when ladies must-have-a
Shiny, glorious fox cadaver.
Its spindly legs placed to dangle
With added poppers so as not to tangle;
In order to keep the wearer warm,
Designer made its shape conform
Now its peg-jaw can bite its own arse
– I wonder if death is naught but a farce.