Most of the time, flea markets can be an inspiring atmosphere—there is so much to look at—so many different types of things from so many different times, owned by so many different people. I get a lot of ideas from the things I see at flea markets and sometimes can't stop thinking about them.
My sister spotted this old taxidermy parrot at the Avenue A flea and called me over to take a look at it. Yes it was interesting, jangly and somewhat frightening (it would be to Pico anyway)—I snapped a photo of the bird to remember it and noticed something strange behind it.
This is when you say WTF! I just don't understand!
Laying behind the inanimate parrot was the foot of an elephant. I stared at it for a minute and thought "no, it can't be?" But it was and I couldn't help but think of the poachers who might have done this, the black market that supports this, the culling in Africa, and the memory and intelligence that elephants carry—the fear, the terror. It brought me back to the first few chapters in the book I just read, Zoo Story.
I would have never expected to see something even close to this at a flea in New York City—I was ashamed.