Taxidermy wants time to stop. To keep life. To cherish what should have long passed from view and savour its form immortally. There is something inherently disconcerting about such insatiable, unfulfillable longings. And perhaps this is why I am labelled as a taxidermy lover.
I was in Paris recently for a combination of work and play. I couldn't miss the opportunity of being in the city to check out a curious place that I'd heard about, a place I thought could only exist in a taxidermist's dream.