Sunday 24 July 2011

taxidermy love ~ true love never runs smooth…

 

Lachlan is a large merino sheep head.

Originally I wrote about Lachlan as part of my Hollister Hovey posting, however when I discovered Hollister’s story on buying Lachlan in 2005 on myspace I decided  it was worthy of it’s own posting! Enjoy this tale of taxidermy love.

Part 1 :: Finding Lachlan

Lachlan was purchased on ebay, and like all good love affairs the beginning was full of drama and generic cialis online without prescription uncertainty as captured here by Hollister in her 2005 blog posting.

Hollister’s morning with ebay

 9:00 Am only bidder for white mountain goat head, stuffed in 1933 by one of the buy viagra 100mg online Muesum of Natural History’s top taxidermists. 56 minutes to go.

9:23 Coffee break

9:55 Still only bidder for goat head. Positively brimming with excitement and confidence.

9:55:30 Thinking I’m the only bidder, I put nose to grindstone and work on a press release.

9:55:45 Evil goat head lover swoops in and outbids me by $5.

9:56 I’m a loser.

9:57 Stomach in knots, jaw on desk.

9:58 Jaw still on desk, but brain thinking how irrational and crazy it is being.

10:30 Find sad looking goat, antelope and merino sheep head trophies I enjoy just as much. Mood restored.

11:00 Check bank account. Will have to sacrifice fancy meals/drinks or live off little sister if I win merino sheep. Consider it worth the struggle.

11:05 Check other bid status and realize that will have to live off little sister regardless if I win smaller items already bid upon.

11:15 Little sister says the sheep looks creepy, but likes the goat.

11:33 Am eaten alive with love of the sheep and mail order cialis still considering.

UPDATE: purchased merino sheep.

Suffered without money for roughly 10 days.

Sheep arrives at office in box large enough to hold diswasher (human or mechanical). I realize box will not fit into cab, so must unwrap new pet at work.

Patience not being a virtue I know, I rip in around 3 p.m. Box filled solidly with packing peanuts and shreaded paper (and sheep). Must dig deep to even see sheep’s nose. Co-workers look into box and scream and make Godfather references. Two somewhat supportive co-workers help lift animal out of box, leaving office in post-ticker tape parade-style mess. What ticker tape isn’t on floor is tangled into the generic cialis usa wool of the head. Animal head, initially thought to be about the size of a small deer/german shepherd, turns out to be of T-Rex proportions.

Co-workers express deep shock, dismay and lack of understanding for passion over sheep’s head and taxidermy in general.

Part 2 :: A Sad, Sad Day ~ Lachlan died today.

Excerpt from Hollister Hovey

Porter and I have been struggling with a moth invasion for six months. Bags and no prescription cheap lexapro bags of wool clothes have hit the trash. The salvaged wool pieces hang in ugly plastic bags in our closets. It’s been terrible. And gross. But we thought it over.  Then, last weekend, we took Lachlan, the merino sheep, off his wall. How we didn’t think that moths that munch on spun, died wool might enjoy unspun, natural wool just as much is beyond me. Frankly, they love it. They cannot get enough. They devoured the buy cialis low cost entire top of his head. They ruined him. 

We’d had a couple deer (Denver and Michael Gregory) – but Lachlan was the majestic creature that sparked our taxidermy spree. Without Lachlan, there probably wouldn’t be Daedalus or Icarus (the swans) or Mandela (the nyala) or even Cormack (the highland bull). Would the apartment have ever made it into The New York Times or ELLE Decoration? I don’t think so. It was all Lachlan.

 We tried to salvage him from the devastation, but it was beyond repair (and we both were on the cusp of asphyxiation by moth ball). So, this morning, I grabbed him by his plastic-wrapped horns and put him in the dumpster. Thank goodness he was covered and I didn’t have to look him in the glass eye. We’ll have remember him through the photos.

Goodbye, sweet Lachlan, goodbye. 

 

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Sunday 24 July 2011

The New Antiquarians :: Hollister Hovey

 

Hollister and Porter Hovey have been on my radar for ages, and it has been very remiss of me to not share them with you sooner!

They are bloggers and collectors who share my love of a decadent antiquarian aesthetic of taxidermy, anatomical charts, entomology, fencing masks, natural history prints, pith helmets, and apothecary jars ~ objects that are

Accoutrements of the turn-of-the-19th-century leisure class”… “the tiny domed vignettes the Victorians were so fond of (artful arrangements of taxidermied squirrels, for example, in twiggy settings)”…and “Taxidermy, osteological antiques like monkey skeletons and cheap synthroid canada other Victoriana” 

The Hoveys  are sisters from Kansas City.

They are not big-game hunters from the 1930′s. They are not taxidermists.

Hollister works in PR and Porter for a management consulting firm.

 Featured in the New York Times and Elle Decoration UK, Hollister Hovey’s eponymous and very cool blog captures the low price zithromax trend that has been termed ‘New  Vintage’ living.

This is not the type of decorating style that you can just go out and buy. It is a style of passion.  A lifestyle of visual collage. “It’s a stitched-together, bricolage world, an alternative world,” writes Valerie Steele, the director of the Museum of the Fashion Institute of Technology.  Collecting old things is a way of collecting the aura of a passed world or perhaps of collecting the passing of time itself.

But these are not just any sort of objects.  These are intensely fascinating things. Faded patinas, gilding, whimsical details, furs and feathers, brass knobs, skeletons, aged maps. Each is inherently, potently unique, which – on its own – marks these things off from the endless stream of sameness characterising modern wares.  Each object composing the eerie Victoriana aesthetic of Ryan Matthew’s apartment is irreplaceable and irreplaceably strange, particularly his mummified hunting dog.

This is more than a “New Vintage.” This is a statement of idiosyncratic individuality. Just as no two pieces of taxidermy will ever be the same (there are no copies in nature), no two apothecary bottles or Victorian pith helmets or vintage mirror will ever be equally the same.  These lifelong collections express a love of texture and detail and the pleasures of beautifully, outlandishly, and outmodedly uniquely vibrant things.

New York Times

 Hollister muses about her life and diflucan prescription sale her love for Ernest Hemingway, fashion, taxidermy, and traveling on the blog. The Novey sisters abode featured here showcases this antique spirit which is stuffed full of beautiful vintage finds.

Stepping into the loft is like walking into an exquisitely crafted exhibit of curiosities collected over a lifetime, from someone who has lived a fascinating life. Ms. Hovey has a wonderfully seasoned style that is a unique mix of colonial-end-of-the-empire textures and colors (zebra rug, hunting trophies), apothecary curiosities, ornate & eclectic vintage mixed harmoniously with simple, substantial modern pieces. And a bit of the gothic in there, but maybe that is in the eye of the beholder. Oh I just had a great time looking…finding little vignettes everywhere. Decor adore! Rose Callahan

Hollister Hovey is a really cool blog. It chronicles the discoveries of Hollister including ‘The Best New York Stores Selling Old-Looking Style’ and  her tumblr site showcases her Objects Of Affection (A Graphic List Of Acquisitions And Desires).

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