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The Authentic Animal, Caption Contest / Book Giveaway
Many Dave Maddens exist in the world. There’s the one from The Partridge Family, the one who is a video game executive, the one who is a musician, the one who is an Australian police commissioner, and the one who is a writer who wrote a book that will be published by St. Martin’s Press two weeks from today entitled The Authentic Animal: Inside the Odd and Obsessive World of Taxidermy.
To celebrate its release, Dave and I came up with an idea: I roamed the web and found various pictures of taxidermied animals, which I sent to Dave. He then responded to each of the pictures using his vast knowledge of the field…you’ll find the pictures and his responses after the jump…you’ll also find a picture without a caption and this is where you come in…
Dave has graciously agreed to give away a free signed copy of the book to the person who comes up with the most best caption to that final image. You have one week from today. He’ll select the winner next Tuesday.
For those of you who aren’t clever, or who aren’t selected by Dave, I highly recommend pre-ordering the book now…it’s about taxidermy folks…you can be sure it kicks ass. Also, you can find out more about the author here.
Novelty taxidermists find squirrels to pose in human attitudes the way Gary Lutz finds nouns to enverb. It makes sense—they’re easy to get a hold of. One question I always have when I look at stuff like this: where do you get one of those little hats? I want desperately for this straw sombrero to be part of the taxidermist’s handiwork. If that’s not animal love, I don’t know what is. And damn: how Aqua Netted are those whiskers?
One can imagine the poor girl who drops a hundred bucks on the Etsy gem. Cynder, you see, came to the Goth Prom with an actual bat stuck in her hair. But McKenzie’s on a budget and had to go with the zombie guinea pig. Zombie guinea pig? Bless her evanescent heart.
People look down (not literally, of course) on hunting trophies. Why did an animal have to die so some gun-nut can hang its head on a wall? It’s a valid question. We’ll always have animal heads on walls, right, so why not lend those heads some dignity? What I love about this pic are the animals’ eyes. I like also how they’re not looking at what most folks are looking at. (Though why did someone mount tagged cattle? That I’ve never seen before.)
WANT. NEED.
Did you see the movie? It’s good. It starts out sticking taxidermists in the schmuck category, and then—would you believe it?—it turns the tables. What’s interesting is the way a lot of “professional” taxidermists stick “novelty” taxidermists in the schmuck category, too. They think what they do disrespects the animal. Your irony or hypocrite alarms may be going off right now.
I mean: see? For some taxidermist, it wasn’t enough to take a squirrel skin, sculpt a little manikin in the pose of a standing oarsman, and fit the skin thereover. S/he had to make a little canoe, too. Put a little oar in its hands. Make a little stand to show it off!
Is that Gmork? Run, Atreyu!
And so we come, at last, to the Jackalope. Google “cottontail rabbit papilloma virus” to learn a little something about the possible origins of this mythic creature. My private origin myth, shamefully, is from those Dave Coulier-voiced bits on America’s Funniest People: “Fast as fast can be, you can’t catch me!” Every time, I’d totally rofl and eat more Teddy Grahams. That was real comedy.
Man, these are awesome. Good finds, Higgs. Did I already make that WANT NEED joke? All right then what I’ll say about this one is that if I were to spend $10K+ on a lifesized zebra mount I’d make sure my taxidermist knew how they looked when standing. What is going on with those rear legs? There is, in the world, a hell of a lot of taxidermy, and thus it follows that there’s going to have to be a lot of bad taxidermy. And bad taxidermy breaks my heart. There are whole Facebook groups dedicated to sharing bad taxidermy, and I’ve joined and pored over every one. They’re great, I know. Some of the cats—good god! But taxidermy comes at such a great cost—an animal has to die for the process even to begin—that to do ill by its face and shape is a greater tragedy than an aesthetic one. Find a professional, people. Debbie Downer here says to pay for a professional when you need your animal skin to look as though it’s still got life living in it.
(Maybe let’s skip this one? [Higgs: No way! This is my favorite one!] It’s, I’m pretty sure, Kittens’ Tea Party, by Walter Potter, a very famous Victorian-era U.K. novelty taxidermist. I don’t have anything to say about it that hasn’t been said a million times before, except that as this [and all of Potter’s] “tableau” was going up for auction at Bonham’s, none other than Damien Hirst offered £1 million for the whole lot. They turned him down. All together, the auction netted just over £500,000. It’s another taxidermy tragedy. I guess you could put all that info down if you want to include this one, too.)
————-Okay, here’s the image for the caption contest….have at it ——–>
“yo what up”
The Hobart Great Outdoors Issue cover lives!
“Anthony Braxtoad”
“I told you this wouldn’t look believable. Now give me back my bagpipes.”
The Bikini Bottom Orchestra
Those three chick-in-a-bar trophies look incredibly life-like. Is that diorama at the American Museum of Natural History?
–and the taxidermist-with-tweezers: how is that bust mounted? It looks detached from the wall behind it.
My baby’s left my lily pad
My legs were both deep-fried
I eat flies all day
And when I’m gone
They’ll stick me in formaldehydeOh, I got the greens….I got the greens real bad
why couldn’t they have just killed me
I didn’t know Truman Capote played the saxophone!
If one were to percieve this from the slightly morbid slant, one might possibly suggest a young wide-eyed Jeffery Dahmer taking his first tour of Mr. Toads Wild Ride during those innocent pre-teen years, soaking in that almost narcotic sense of fantasy and letting the timeless influence of Kenneth Grahame’s classic ‘The Wind In The Willows’ carry his imagination to new heights. As a way of life, we all do what we can to preserve our childhood…
Blow job.
Oh, sorry, I thought it was an inhaler.
Bull thought the tracheotomy meant an end to his career.
And you thought kermit had talent.
Does anyone else think “race traitor” when looking at that frog?
Ah loves dat Looz-iana Cookin’ . Ah’m stuffed.
ha ha that is the spirit:
cold-blooded traitor
ain’t no “i” in Loozana
they some crawdad eyeballs in the gumbo though
[entry]
Jumpin Boogie
they iz so
but it be very very tiny
holy fuck my legs
maybe you’re right: a tiny tinny semi-vowel: Loozyana
but I think the first “a” is just drawled as a rising and stretching sound (or as two syllables): Looz-uh-a-nuh
I’m trying to remember precisely how >1/2 the people actually talk there
more than one way?
i think we agree
but i have no idea really
i’m just making this up in my head
an’ i ain’t e’er e’en bin tuh n’awlins
deadgod just made a pun. This seems important but I’m not sure why.
Importance bobs at the surface – an iceberg without an ocean liner.
Importance bobs at the surface – an iceberg without an ocean liner.
“It was the worst case of Gillespie cheeks we’d ever seen.”
Noam Chomsky: When I was ten years old I wanted to be a taxidermist for some reason, don’t ask me why. [laughs].
I once worked as a taxidermist’s assistant and have been on the lookout for a solid book on the subject for five years. This sounds like that book. I am happy.
“I will suck in my validation when I emerge from the water.”
Coltrain had a more impressive embouchure.
^Coltrane
I heard Obama promised change, BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS!
Jon Stewart’s consistently foolproof New Yorker caption
All I want is for someone to make a Toad the Wet Sprocket joke.
“Does this saxophone make me look fake?”
“Does this saxophone make me look fake?”
Behold the plot summary of Disney’s The Princess and the Frog in its entirety.
Valiant takes up busking with his sax after the last of the princesses refuses him a kiss.
Let the sinful saxophones of devils finally resonate with the frightful tones of waltz, tango and quickstep!!
Be careful what you wish for when you croak.
I’ve heard of Toad the Wet Sprocket, BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS!