Death of the Pink Flamingo
It's the end of an era. The Massachusetts's factory responsible for propagating legions of plastic pink flamingos has ceased production of the lawn ornament. Luckily we're in the season of Santas and elves, otherwise it would be too painful to think about all those naked lawns. Of course, those of you have kept your bird out of harsh sunlight and extreme weather are sure to profit when they become collector's items.
posted by Inga Saffron at 10:46 AM
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Luckily there was a film produced in its namesake preserving the memory of this treasured icon forever
they really make all of them? amazing that such a totemic object (if more lampooned than adored) would have a single source...
will you please make this blog wider? It's really hard to read.
yeah i will miss them i was born and raised in leominster. plastics are such a part of the towns history.
I was freshly graduated from architecture school at Cornell when the university built a new, 'architecture brut' art museum on campus. Perched prominently and adeptly by I.M. Pei on the brow of 'Libe Slope' the Herbert F. Johnson Museum of Art greatbuildings.com SLASH buildings SLASH Johnson_Museum_of_Art DOT htm stirred the ironic nerves in some of my other classmates - a subset of our class who were deeply unconvinced by the salvation of 'modernism'.
Early on the morning of its formal dedication as night mists rolled off Cayuga Lake's east hill, new growths appeared on the neatly clipped yard framing this proud, isolated monumental structure. A flock of pink flamingos were revealed in their own kind of prideful stance, forming a scene unimagined by the campus planners & architects.
Silently screaming Agway ornaments had transformed a heroic building into a wry witticism. It had become a very beautiful front lawn.
@evan -- try a smaller font. I have no problem, and this is a pretty standard format (although certainly dating from before today's mammoth monitors)...
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