A chance find at an auction has Punk suddenly rethinking her collecting strategy
Punk visited a stamp exhibition to geek out. So how did it end in an existential crisis?
I hereby apologise to rich people for suggesting that they are prepared to pay outlandish prices for things that rats have pissed on.
High-end philatelic auctions are a spectator sport. It’s old-school collecting at its jaw-dropping best, as well-heeled businesspeople and rich retirees flop out their chequebooks and aim them at each other, while thousands of children die of preventable diseases in the third world.
Last week I posted a thank you stamp featuring an art by Degas of a ballet dancer. It reminded me of this 1973 Chinese issue that I saw recently in a club book. (That's philatelist talk. Best not to ask.) It depicts a ballet called The White-Haired Girl, one of the Eight Model Plays engineered... Continue Reading →
Lately, Steve Carell has been creeping out moviegoers with his portrayal of John E. Du Pont in the film Foxcatcher. Academy voters even gave him a Best Actor nomination, hoping it would make him go away and stop haunting their nightmares. John E. Du Pont was an heir to the fortune of the American chemical... Continue Reading →