The New Knitting
I don’t know — sounds sorta self-consciously oddball to me:
Posted: November 6th, 2006 | Filed under: Brooklyn, What Will They Think Of Next?A chic bar in Park Slope hosted a master class on how to mount dead animals.
Taxidermy, of course, is an activity more commonly associated with union halls upstate than with Union Hall, the bar on Union Street.
But at 5:30 pm last Saturday night, Scott Bibus, a member of the Minnesota Association of Rogue Taxidermists, sat down at a long table in the pub’s trendy basement, for once church-like in its silence.
Bibus put his scalpel to the breast of a white-feathered chicken, and sliced it down the middle, all the way to its “vent,” an industry euphemism for anus.
Then he took his latex-gloved finger and inserted it into the carcass to begin separating its delicate skin from the “inner anatomy.”
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Afterwards, there was the inevitable taxidermy contest, an experience that was, arguably, even more other-worldly than the master class.
Brooklynites converged on the makeshift stage with every manner of preserved animal body.
The competing specimens included a mounted chicken skeleton called Genus Nicoleais Richias, the testicles of a dog named Merlot preserved in a jar of rubbing alcohol, an Indonesian “tringaling,” and a naturally mummified rat.
But the top prizes went to a pair of squirrel testicles mounted on a plaque, a pigeon specimen, and two gaffes — a Fiji mermaid and a Coney Island “searabbit.”