Monday, 7 April 2014
Recently I visited the Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford with a friend from NZ. It was just as odd as I remembered from years ago but, partly I suppose because I was seeing it through the eyes of someone from abroad, extra weird. In some ways a wonderfully idiosyncratic Victorian relic, in others a reminder of casual cultural insensitivity. Either way, a fascinating visit.
|Hand beaded 'Nike' moccasins|
|Tiny body part votives, and the moulds to make them (I like the intestines).|
|The museum from an upper balcony. The low lighting adds to the sense of creepiness.|