Oh hi. These are my new friends. That’s Kenny on the left. Lenore’s hanging out in the middle. Stu’s keepin’ it real on the right side.
Remember when I had this random idea to find mugshots and put them up in my kitchen? Of course you do. Mostly because of the picture of nude boys. I know.
But the mugshots. What? You thought I just FORGOT about that? Have we MET?
I basically spent the next month searching for mugshot images all around vintage stores, craigslist, internets, and what not, and finally stumbled upon these beauties from etsy shop LarkenDesign. Being just as wonderfully creative as me, they had the same idea, found some mugshot negatives from Cincinnati in the 50′s, and sell them in poster-size.
It took a little while for my new friends to arrive in the mail… and then I went to Argentina… and then I spent about two weeks getting drunk in my underwear on the couch.
Then, last week I finally got my shit together and bought some frames to introduce my new friends to their new home, my kitchen wall.
I just want to say that it does feel slightly creepy putting up mugshots of strangers in your old Victorian house. And, since I’m irrationally superstitious, I kept thinking that there were demons or something who were trying to sabotage my long-seeded desire to have weird art on my wall.
This is the SECOND time one of the frames shattered. How many frames have I put up in my lifetime? Hundreds. How many have shattered? Two. Both with my mugshot pics. DAMN YOU, KENNY AND LENORE!
Then, a couple of days after I put them up, Stu’s picture nearly crashed off the wall because the screw came out, but I saved it in time.
Here they are, chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool, watching me secretly eat cheese in the middle of the night.