Thursday, 6 June 2013

Astro-zombies do furnish a room

When fitting out their studies some people go in for busts of Napoleon or Caesar. Those of a more playful nature might opt instead for Mozart or Shakespeare. When I acquire a study I'm thinking more along the lines of Astro-Zombie.  He's not cheap but then I spent nearly that much on a wardrobe the other day. 

You don't have to be a decaying spaceman to get into my aesthetic good books, but clearly it helps.


  1. "Jordu’s passion for the craft is evident in the incredibly lifelike eyes, glistening fangs and singly-punched hairs that adorn these fine creations, making these pieces far more than a disposable Halloween novelty*,

    *As such, these masks are NOT wearable."

    Damn shame.

  2. my sister-in-law keeps a plaster cast of her actual bust over the spare room bed in her house*. I call her "The Dutch Alps" so it wasn't much to write home about (it looked more like a roman centurion's breast plate), but even so, it kept me awake at night. I swear they were winking at me. This, by contrast, would be great.

    * seriously. Who would do this?

  3. I'm not sure I'd care to have the astro-zombie glaring down at me while I was attempting to nod off, far better a nice pair of non-threatening breasts really, I think.

    And fair play to your sister in law, it's my opinion that there should be far more statues generally and that mere mortals such as ourselves should go in for it. Think how fascinating it'll be for your sister in law's descendants who knows how far down the line to gaze upon their ancestral bosom.

  4. "Bosom" is stretching the definition a little.... Well, a lot.