I had the day off yesterday so thought I'd wander down to the NHM and have a look at this year's exhibition. It certainly didn't disappoint, but the section that really struck a chord was the 'World In Our Hands' collection, and the photo that really stayed with me is this one.
I know we Brits have a (well-deserved?) reputation for talking in euphemisms. But what exactly is the 'complex relationship between man and animal, hunter and hunted in this photo?
All I see is a smug tub of lard sitting in a hideously ugly living room that displays the very orgiastic sort of excess that is sending this planet on a one-way ticket to oblivion.
Why am I wrong?
I know we Brits have a (well-deserved?) reputation for talking in euphemisms. But what exactly is the 'complex relationship between man and animal, hunter and hunted in this photo?
All I see is a smug tub of lard sitting in a hideously ugly living room that displays the very orgiastic sort of excess that is sending this planet on a one-way ticket to oblivion.
Why am I wrong?