Kitsch

Nothing like a bit of kitsch, eh? It's acceptable now in a camp sort of way but once it represented those lower types who had aspirations relating to notions of high art. Hilda Ogden and her flying ducks springs to mind, bless her. One of my university lecturers collected flying ducks, but that was irony. And middle class indulgence. If you want some intellectual exploration of camp and kitsch you need to go here with Susan Sontag. The ducks pictured are are flying high outside The Parlour on Richmond Street.