29 April 2009

the good, the bad, the ugly and the downright creepy (king of pop week at m21, part 4)

we've had one last post to do about our visit to the world's creepiest yard sale (also known as the exhibition of furnishings and memorabilia from michael jackson's neverland estate), and we've been putting it off for almost a week. why? because what we have left to post kinda freaks us out, and some it is just too disturbing to be funny- the kajillions of statues and paintings of children, and the acres and acres of video and arcade games, all show a man with a creepy obsession with childhood, and that's deeply bothersome. whether or not you believe the allegations that swirl around MJ, the fetishization of childhood innocence by a grown man is just kinda gross. no matter how bad one's childhood was, it can't be fixed by trying to reclaim a second childhood as an adult. looking at the world with childlike wonder is one thing, living out a childhood fantasy life as an adult, is another.

almost as disturbing as all the child imagery and games, are the many, many lifesize latex figures that populated the show- some of children but most of adults, and again they speak of a very troubled man- maybe someone who thinks that dealing with a doll is easier than dealing with actual people (shades of lars and the real girl, but without the comedy, just the pathos).

so we knew in advance to expect tons of bronze "children playing" statues, but we were actually shocked at how many of them there actually were...
creepy and poorly executed- are these children? midgets? troll babies?

and more inside...
so many of these statues suffer from some weird big-head disease

tons of these kitschy pseudo-nostalgic photo/paintings of children- ick.

room after room of video and arcade games. we won't bore you with them all.

why would a grown man have a mighty morphin power ranger costume? have you ever watched an episode? if you are not a 7 year old boy, it is excruciating...

this jacket covered in children's names struck us as particularly inappropriate.

creepy clown doll number one

and two

the lady from murder she wrote?

soooo creepy. carrot top as a child?

the boogey man...

the stuff of which nightmares are made...

what ever happened to baby jane? eeeek!

ok- that's all. we are done with neverland for ever. excuse us while we go take a silkwood shower...

11 comments:

hello gorgeous said...

I wish I had read this earlier in the day. Nightmares, indeedy. Yikes.

At least there were some girl creepy things.

Also, I dressed up as MJ circa Thriller back in the day and the likeness was uncanny (glove and all). Ha. I will have to dig up a photo.

Suzy said...

soooo creepy. the man needs a shrink for sure!

Tracy said...

Bronze sculptures of frolicking children always creep me out but I have to say they are the least disturbing part of this post...
The nameplates on that black jacket look like the tiny personalized license plates parents buy for their kids' bikes. Is there a catalog for pedophile fashion? (I don't really want to know the answer to that btw)
The paintings. Tons? Really? Ick is right.
Why are those red-haired girls sealed up in a glass box? To protect them? Or us?
By the time you finished your tour, did you feel kind of queasy and dirty? Like you learned a secret you wished you hadn't? Like you saw something you shouldn't have? And you'll never be able to get it out of your brain? That's how I feel after this series of posts. Thanks so much.

mary said...

After seeing all this - aren't you happy that you didn't buy something? You would have that constant reminder of this sad, creepy life.

erin@designcrisis said...

This is just too perverse for words. The carrot top kids are going to haunt my dreams.

maison21 said...

gorgeous- i couldn't imagine living somewhere were those latex dolls were inside the house- i'd be afraid they'd come alive in the middle of the night and kill me.


suzy- a team of shrinks!

tracy- that jacket creeped me out more than anything else- i keep thinking "trophies".

mary- i still wouldn't mind that gilt rooster, to tell you the truth. when you deal in second hand goods, it becomes easy to disassociate the item from the sad house of horrors it came from (as i'm sure you know).

erin- the carrot top kids are probably the scariest dolls he had. a little too close to chucky territory!

Tracy said...

Trophies! Yes! omg that's the word/concept I was trying to think of last night but that jacket is sooo disturbing for so many reasons I couldn't do much but sit here and shake my head. A screenwriter could spin a pretty nasty horror story from that little number. *shudder*

katiedid said...

Shudders!!!!! My 13 yr. old saw this post and is keeping her light on at night. Trauma.

Billy D said...

I loled. Is that bad?

Leah said...

... shudder ...

Topsy Turvy said...

A creepy person with a lot of money is even creepier because they get to live out their creepy fantasies. And get away with it.

–Lana