Horseplay

We noticed the oth­er day that Namas­tey in Dix­on St had had a makeover. Most of it involves  over­stuffed couches and smart new table­cloths, but it was the art­works that really stopped us in our bhaji.

I’m not really sure what’s going on here. I ima­gine it’s based upon tra­di­tion­al myth­o­logy, but the whole thing is a sur­real mélange of fluffy New Ageism, Bol­ly­wood glam, dis­turb­ingly con­tor­ted ana­tom­ies, bond­age chic, earn­est Chris­ti­an devo­tion­al art and Turn­er­esque met­eor­o­lo­gic­al impres­sion­ism. Someone on Twit­ter sus­pec­ted that one of the back­ground Cen­taurbeast­ies may actu­ally be The Dude from The Big Lebow­ski.

But the paint­ing beside it is even more … inter­est­ing. It may not be safe for work, espe­cially if you work with anim­als.

This may have been com­mis­sioned by Colin Craig to warn of the dan­ger­ously slip­pery slope that would be star­ted by mar­riage equal­ity. Or per­haps it’s a vign­ette from the early life of Cath­er­ine the Great. Have a look (though try not to stare: it’s rude) next time you’re at Namas­tey.