Jenna’s Model Life

And meanwhile, in the hallway, a table o’ objets-d’art lingers, hoping for some action.

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Sorry objets, I’m distracted by the giant green-brown moss ice-cream cone in the living room. Nothing looks more like a farm’s worth of very dusty, threadbare soft bunnies that’ve been skinned, sewn up, and stretched over polystyrene. Yummy!

I call this one, “Still life with parquet floors and suede Robert Clergerie flat (for Margaret).”