I was arrested first by the dark, linear wood floor inside the cage, lying underneath suspended things. Filmy, yellowed fabrics most seeming to hang from nowhere interspersed with chain link of varying sizes and smaller dark bits; a collar made of shiny, luxurious fur and what seemed like the body of a scorched game hen. All of this and more encircled by a black metal cage with the door propped open, but blocked. To be viewed but not entered.
Photo courtesy of Mike Russell. All rights reserved.
