"I'll get back with you, as soon as the (croquet) game is over...."

1879's messaging, via 'the horn' while temporarily engaged with early, experimental  fantasy television.....still in the formative stages...... then, 'widescreen' viewing would have been a bit of stretch..

DAME MARY QUANT'S 1965 PANTS' FABRIC AND PANTS FROM THE BASEMENT HANGERS.......FOR THAT 'MOD HIPPE LOOK'.......

                   

               I'LL ADMIT, THOUGH......SPECTACULARLY HANDSOME JARED LETO WOULD HAVE "WORN IT 'BETTER" THAN I, LAST EVENING.......MY 'GETUP' WAS  A QUILTED BODICE AND CUFF PUNJABI PANTS WITH PENCIL 'OVER-THE-SHOULDER' STRAPS,  MADE FROM THIS FABRIC,   A LATER VINTAGE REVERSIBLE  'COLISEUM' BLOUSE/SHIRT, IN 'IVORY',  WITH TEXTURED ALUMINUM BUTTONS, THROUGH BLACK-STITCHED BUTTON HOLES.....AND IVORY IKEA PLASTIC SHOWER SHOES.....

A 12-stone Hippie Ring to 'go with' the Hippie pants..

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DISCOVERING A JEWELLED GOLD BUG, STILL....HARMLESSLY....... ATTACHED TO A WOOLEN JACKET.....

WAS MUCH MORE 'FUN' THAN FINDING A CASHMERE SWEATER, DEVOURED BY 'REAL' MOTHS.......

MERLIN, THE UNDISCOVERED POTENTIALLY GREAT FELINE ARTIST, NOW PREMATURALLY DECEASED, MAY BE RECOGNIZED BY WORLD ART CRITICS FOR HIS SHREDDED LEATHER 'WORK'...IN THE NEAR FUTURE.....

My cat friend, Merlin, was sitting on my desk, tearing a paper towel that I wiped up some gravy with...into small pieces..........I think I may transform his sculptural brilliance, with some contact glue, into a Masterpiece...then sell it on EBAY, as a collaboration between Veristes and Merlin...... Merlin must have very inspired  that day, as he was , moments later, working on his next Opus, a totally transformed roll of toilet paper, already unrolled, covering a bathroom floor......."Big deal," I remarked to him...."any cat can do this!" ....as Merlin eyed the soft leather chair, just feet away....meowing, "you dumb humans just wipe your asses with valuable art materials....duh".   

A JUNK STORE'S 'JUNQUE' BECOMES THE RENT CHECK......NOT JUST ONCE, BUT A SECOND TIME!

Another, long gone, aquatint by Belgian artist, Jean-Michel Folon....discarded by an insurance company after it was replaced, having been lost in shipment from The Lefebre Gallery to some unknown recipient....and ending up at Peachtree Salvage Center in Brookhaven, where, on a luncheon outing from my job at Saks, and spying it against a wall of old movie posters, I purchased it for $8.........a few years later, I sold it for some real bucks, to pay the apartment rent, since I was bed-bound and relatively immobilized by hepatitis.......I guess this is what I REALLY attended College to learn how to 'do'.......A couple of years later, I did a 'trade' with my friend Norman Lindsay Patterson, who had purchased 'the other Folon....at the same junk store, ironically'....and traded it to my landlord, Jack Hotchkins,  in place of the rent check for  4 Flea Market Booths at the Atlanta Flea Market......   Another example of the 'relativity of perspective'.......the 'back' of a Picasso etching.....blacked out and discarded....retrieved from the illustrious artist's trash can, then matted, framed and sold......for thousands of bucks. After the Antonio Banderas Picasso Biopic, values of even Picasso's 'trash' skyrocketed........In the late 1960's I bought two large Picasso etchings [that I found in a barrel of rolled up wallpaper at....again..... Peachtree Quality Salvage] of the artist, masturbating as he sketched nude models..... $8, for the pair.... I sold them to my friend, antiques dealer, Hal Chamberlain, for $4000, thinking Hal was nuts to offer me so much for them........Then, many times, I've come across this kind of "stuff" for several times this amount.....Go Figure......What's in 'a Name'......apparently, much of anything's value.....I remember the painting that was sold, decades ago, at Sotheby's......that was discovered to have been 'created' by a monkey, flinging its own feces at a canvas.........."The work of a Genius", Gallery owners and collectors declared!

I've given 4 harmonicas to friends, over the past few years, but have not heard a single note from any of them, since......They can get their own brushes if they 'want' to paint......

ANTI-GRAVITY, FLOATING SPEAKER/MOOD LAMP WITH MY HALF-CENTURY OLD BANG & OLUFSEN RECEIVER....

 

EAT YOUR HEART OUT CAPTAIN PICARD!.....THE DANES WERE AHEAD OF THE TECH GAME, WEREN'T THEY?   THIS GIZMO, WITH MULTIPLE SINGLE STATION FM TUNERS,  STILL WORKS!   

MY WATER KETTLE POSING AS 'KORT' .......SUCK SOME STEEL, LOCK MARTIN!

Klaatu must have dropped the cheese grater on his arm......t'warnt me......  Hand me an extra-large band-Aid, Helen, before Kort does in the kitchen; and shut down that eye before the kettle goes 'dry'.......  While you're at it, inform Frank Zappa that my kettle isn't his  Model XQJ-37 Nuclear-powered, pan-sexual Roto-Plooker  Sy Borg,  'Romeo'.   It's these heated incidents that test World Sagacity as apologetic passivity is steamed-up by uncontained, tumultuous aggression.   So much for 'putting a lid on it'!