Saturday, March 27, 2010


I purchased this totally unacceptable antique for two dollars. Its body is made of milk glass, its head is a futuristic space helmet. It is labeled simply: Perfume, 1974, WHITE BIRD. This delighted me. Madame, what is that ravishing scent? WHITE BIRD. Lady, you smell as good good as a white bird. It is basically the highest compliment a woman could be paid.

The head unscrews, of course, because it is classy. And the body of the bird is filled with this intoxicating substance, so...solid, and so...thick, and so full of...of smell.

WHITE BIRD! It brings his worm to you.


Radish King said...

Oh goodness. Don't touch it.

Tricia said...

I did already, and my hand is ruined forever!

RHE said...

Thanks for reminding me of one of my least favorite records ever.

Sean said...

This would make for a fine Symbol of Innocence in a certain kind of movie. Ideally, the bird would perch on the precarious edge of the heroine's dressing room table, right next to the photograph of her guileless hometown beau.

Tricia said...

The Admiral also exhorted me to watch that! I particularly like the commenter who says, "A treasure, somewhat like Golum and 'The Ring'. I remember sitting and replaying this until I became uncomfortable with my obsession and let myself leave the sound behind but never ever ever to leave me."


Sean, actually, the bird has a bit of a sinister expression when viewed from certain angles, and her nostrils, on closer inspection, appear to flare. If David Lynch had only known of WHITE BIRD, he could have snuck one into Sandy's room.