This adorable little fellow turned up in a client’s attic in Somerville.
As you can see from the scale of the Kleenex box, he is really teeny. Nevertheless, he is powerfully offensive, at least according to my daughter, who is in a prudish phase. It took me a while to get around to photographing him, so he hung out (ha) on my desk, and every time Ilana saw him, she would turn him over, or put something on top of him.
I think he looks kind of Japanese. The client had owned him for a long time, and didn’t remember where he came from. He’s here with me now (put away), and I think he’s cute, but I’d better pass him along. I think Ilana can sense that he’s still in the house. Anyone want him?