Monday, February 13, 2012
Seen at a goofy furniture store off La Brea Ave.
In case you can't make it out (because of my poor photographic skills) it's a lamp. But not just any lamp. It's a $75 chandelier fashioned from some scrap metal, an assortment of safety pins and 38 old toilet paper rolls. That's right toilet paper rolls.
I'm no furniture aficionado. Nor am I particularly fond of abstract pop art. I don't share the unfathomable love of my colleagues for someone like Banksy. Or Skrillex. Or even Rothko. Like this post modern lighting fixture, it leaves me scratching my head.
Not that I fall into the unenlightened masses who at one time collected Thomas Kinkade.
If you were to draw a spectrum, I would probably fall somewhere in between.
Art is to me what pornography was to Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart who famously said, "I know it when I see it." Furniture falls into the same category, I know what I like (this artist for instance) and I know what I don't like.
The toilet paper roll chandelier that conjures up images of dirty bathrooms and the desperate search for fresh tissue, falls into the latter.
Just for fun, I was able to get the store owner to bring the price down to a reasonable price of $55. Then I told him I'd need to think it over and would return to his boutique after I dropped the kids off at the pool.