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"Fairies Dance and Goblins Sing"

This creeps me out, makes me sad and scratches my rubbernecking itch all at once.  Beyond that, words fail me.

Michael Jackson-in case you hadn’t heard-accidentally got super destitute because he spent all of his money on flying carpets and gold-plated robot butlers, so he decided to auction off all his shit to raise a bunch of millions of dollars. (Or something. Please do not quote me on the details.) Except then he changed his mind and asked for the stuff back, so now there’s NOT going to be an auction (boooo!), but that’s not really important. What’s important is that I still got to go and LOOK AT ALL THE STUFF.

Touring the Michael Jackson auction collection is exactly like touring the inside of MJ’s baroque, gold-plated crazybrain. Turns out, the inside of MJ’s baroque, gold-plated crazybrain is the most fun and wondrous place you’ve ever been. It’s also suuuper depressing!

It’s the kind of place where it’s impossible to decide what to take a picture of. IMPOSSIBLE! Everything is fucked up AND totally fucked. The weirdest revelation of the day was MJ’s apparent obsession with lifesize wax figures of elderly white people in folksy poses and varying bonnets. The Creepiest Piece of Furniture Award goes to “child-size chaise lounge” (for child-size reclining nude?). But the overall Best Shit Ever is CLEARLY the vast collection of MJ-themed art, for which words do not suffice.

A video tour here.  A few more pics after the fold, but click on the 1st link for lots more by Lindy West.

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“Fairies Dance and Goblins Sing”

This creeps me out, makes me sad and scratches my rubbernecking itch all at once.  Beyond that, words fail me.

Michael Jackson-in case you hadn’t heard-accidentally got super destitute because he spent all of his money on flying carpets and gold-plated robot butlers, so he decided to auction off all his shit to raise a bunch of millions of dollars. (Or something. Please do not quote me on the details.) Except then he changed his mind and asked for the stuff back, so now there’s NOT going to be an auction (boooo!), but that’s not really important. What’s important is that I still got to go and LOOK AT ALL THE STUFF.

Touring the Michael Jackson auction collection is exactly like touring the inside of MJ’s baroque, gold-plated crazybrain. Turns out, the inside of MJ’s baroque, gold-plated crazybrain is the most fun and wondrous place you’ve ever been. It’s also suuuper depressing!

It’s the kind of place where it’s impossible to decide what to take a picture of. IMPOSSIBLE! Everything is fucked up AND totally fucked. The weirdest revelation of the day was MJ’s apparent obsession with lifesize wax figures of elderly white people in folksy poses and varying bonnets. The Creepiest Piece of Furniture Award goes to “child-size chaise lounge” (for child-size reclining nude?). But the overall Best Shit Ever is CLEARLY the vast collection of MJ-themed art, for which words do not suffice.

A video tour here.  A few more pics after the fold, but click on the 1st link for lots more by Lindy West. (more…)

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