Here is a picture. Of me. Steve Prue took it. I don’t have any makeup on. Because you (the internet) have been so awesome and entertaining the past few days.
Why My Apartment Smells Of Live Chicken
It started with early repeated exposure to Maurice Sendak’s Peacock from the Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Nutcracker. I had a video of it as a kid and actually wore a hole in the tape. Specifically, the part of the tape that had the Coffee/Arabian number:
Note the floor length tail.
I decided to use feathers, and it turns out they are a lot heavier en masse than I thought they’d be. Here’s my take on the concept:
