Bonhams is only taking some of the higher end items from my collection, less than 5% of the total. They have no interest in the kitschy weirdo things, which are the lifeblood of the collection to me. But there is no money in heart and soul so at the end of the day I’m still going to have to come up with a way to divest myself of all this quirkiness.
I’ ve always been fascinated by the kitsch because it was such a contradiction to how she was brought up. She was a child of privilege, attended the Sorbonne and studied with Bernard Berenson. She became a refined and intelligent woman who was told by her father in law that, in order to win the presidency, she and her husband were going to be sold “like a box of soap flakes.” I think of her embarrassment and disgust whenever I see her mawkish image on one of these carnival giveaway quality tchotchkes.
One of my friend Marilyn’s husbands (there have been so many I can’t remember them all) was a pilot for UPS. When he had layovers in San Francisco in the 1980’s he would stay with me. There were two things that intrigued him about my apartment: the lack of a television and the perversity of my Jackie collection.
He did contribute, however, in the form of a cigarette lighter from the 60’s. When he was in the New Zealand Air Force he and his buddies would buy these lighters thinking they were Jackie. It’s not the usual America’s Widow image we’re used to. Still I think we have to accept his word that he thought he was buying Jackie.
I’ve always given it a central spot in the display case. His intent was pure even though his thoughts might not have been.
The Jackie Obsession
- The Metropolitan Museum of Jackie
- Life in the Pink Suit
- Winning Streak
- Life of Outrage, Life of Beauty
- Life, Afterlife and Lowlife
- Feliz dia veinteidios de Noviembre!
- High Jackie
- Low Jackie
- Clearing the Cobwebs
- Eviction Countdown Day 6
- Jackie’s Tears