A museum that’s more about photo ops than education? Off with their head.
I have my boyfriend’s head on a platter. Not for any infraction, but because he’s crouched inside a cube, sticking his head out of a hole on top, while the box’s sides decked with paint and mirrors to resemble a table with nothing but air below. I stand at a place marked on the floor to get the right angle, and voila: I have a photo where his noggin appears to have met the wrong end of the guillotine.
The goofy image isn’t particularly convincing—the “plate” has a too-big head hole, and shadows easily
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