Having trouble achieving that perfect Brian Eno look? This beauty shop in Peckham has you covered…bizarrely.
Spotted by Ian Brzozowski
I’ve seen subtle variations of this chef statue all over the world. Who decided that having an inebriated, Quasimodo-esque, grimacing totem like this outside a restaurant would be a good way to entice customers in remains a mystery. But obviously enough people do because somewhere in the world there is a factory that is churning these things out. It’s probably the same factory that produces those models of the grinning butcher with the massive forearms, the smiling bespectacled waiter holding out a menu and that freakish cone of chips eating chips out of it’s own head. You know the ones. Imagine working there. Imagine being the person that designed them.
Those are the kind of thoughts that keep me awake at night. I should probably get a life.
Spotted by Cameron MacDowall
I’ve commented on this unfortunate figure before. He lives in the window of a shop catering for the loftier or more rotund man. I can only speculate on the indignity of having to shop at a specialist shop for your clothing just to be greeted by this oddly jaundiced looking statue of renowned fat man Oliver Hardy almost bursting out of his clothing. Whoever thought that would be a good idea? Still, at least they’ve given him a Santa hat to wear.
Spotted by Sarah Singh
Amy Winehouse, beloved, tragic daughter of this city got a sea of candles, a mound of flowers and scores of handwritten notes and letters from her distraught fans. Whitney “too good for crack” Houston gets a mannequin on a rooftop, dressed in early 90′s rave gear with “R.I.P Whitney” sprayed across it’s chest.
Spotted by Suke Driver
It’s not often that you get to post some photographs of a sex doll being pulled from the Thames and it’s even less often that the very next day after posting the photographs you receive an e-mail revealing the hidden backstory behind said sex doll. Well that’s exactly what happened this morning thanks to Shit Londoner Paul Kendrick.
…so there we go, mystery solved. Well done Paul, London salutes you.
Lola, rest in piece sweet rubber harlot.