Kitsch

My camera was hiding under my pillow when I left the house today so I sadly missed a number of good photo opportunities, including some young boys cycling around a missile crater, and the elaborate wedding of my colleague's daughter.

Instead, I present a still life of this stunning piece of work. We inherited an unholy amount of very kitsch bric-a-brac when we moved into our apartment, including this statue of a man brandishing a hammer with a small child peeping out from behind him.

Inexplicable.