Cushions seen in a shop window in Wigmore Street. I can't get over the Anne Frank one. Why, WHY would you want that in your house?
For the irony value? So that every time you sit down, you can say, 'That young girl died tragically, and I'm alive and watching X-Factor! I win, Frank! LOL!'
Is it meant to be a talking point? But then every time you had friends over, they'd see it, and yes you'd start talking, but it would be the same conversation every time -- which would be dull -- and every time, that conversation would begin, 'What on earth is that?' and you'd end up having to justify it. 'Oh, it's... postmodern... I...', trailing off as your friends stared at you in horrified disbelief. That's no way to start a dinner party.
I almost wanted to buy it just so I could destroy it. But how could you? You couldn't burn it, could you? That seems frantically inappropriate. And I have nowhere to bury a cushion cover, and anyway, that's insane.
Poor Anne. Her memory deserves better than ironic home furnishings.
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