Legs Akimbo

What am I looking at here in Peppermint Grove? Legs and a hose. Looks like a kind of verge brothel. A place of worship? By Reign of Error. 

About AHC McDonald

Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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6 Responses to Legs Akimbo

  1. Anonymous says:

    Every home should have one !


  2. Eddie says:

    Typical imperialist thinking which believes it can enter another culture like Peppermint Grove and impose Western dualisms like art/religion on discovered artefacts.

    If you really want to understand the material culture of PG, you have to appreciate that most natives haven’t yet encountered the outside world yet, and so live a life unsullied by Big Brother, Coles, and taxes.

    You should be ashamed, and get yourself an anthropology degree before writing again about strange lands.


  3. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:

    “The rich are different than you and me.”
    “Yes, their verge collections have artistic merit.”


  4. GivDBird says:

    Prix D’ Amour left over


  5. you'll get wet says:

    Yes yes this Tableau d’Verge is performance art where the performer remains hidden, the signifier and signified challenging passing garbos to re-examine their prior assumptions about Western Civilisation and inviting them to interact with the exhibit.

    Of equal significance for the casual semiotist – the Peppermint tree in the background, in bondage to ensure it grows straight, nevertheless a kink remains just below the tie. A profound insight on nature v nurture showing the obvious influence of the new Drama teacher at school.


  6. Anonymous says:

    To the mannequin born


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