banksy

i'm a huge fan of banksy. not because i condone defacing property, but because his work is just damn beautiful. he's opened up a "pet shop" but with a menu board selling hot dogs and chicken nuggets, seems more like a twilight zone deli. it was a weird, whimsical, morbid, magical place. the animatronics (is that a word? i think i may have just made that up) were tremendous. how he got some of this stuff to move, i've not a clue. but i seriously loved this. i wanted to hang with the bunny all day. i wanted to sleep with the freaks.

this rabit would nod, and turn her head and raise and eybrow at you in a "come hither" fashion. i definitely felt like was being seduced. i even, unconsciously, winked at it. i seriously felt she was a living creature. she is filing her nails.

a tweety bird who'd lost all his feathers.

fish sticks swimming in a bowl. don't ask me how these things worked. they were mystifying. i'm guessing some bendy machine inside and enough floaty outisde material to make them look like they were slithering along.

hot dogs, sausages, balogna in heating tanks like lizards or turtles. bottles of mustard instead of water was hooked to the wall. this hot dog was drinking out of the dish of water, but lifted it's head to look at me as i took his picture. there's a guy behind him too, with a line of mustard.

from the outside, this looked like a sleeping leopard. from the insde, a coat.

this monkey was watching monkey porn. and rewinding and re-playing the same 15 second clip. strewn about, beer cans and fast food wrappers. a pizza box.

and chicken nuggets with little chicken legs, drinking out of a bowl of bbq sauce. it's hard to see, but there was a slimy little newborn nugget slithering around the shell she'd just broken open in the back right side of the photo. gross.