The Lone Wolf and I were marching ourselves down Avenue Gambetta on a vigorous morning walk, when what to our wondering eyes did appear but...
a Parisian outhouse. Oh, my, I said to the Wolf, this is a true public toilet in our neighborhood of young artists. I mean, it's so Marcel Duchamp.
It is definitely avant-garde to leave off the cubicle walls, and the piece couldn't be more green than being hooked up to a tree. I have always thought it possible to find just about anything one needed on the street here, and the art in galleries can truly be so-so, but this is, well...for teaching old dogs some new tricks?
What would one call this? Homage to Duchamp, The Art of The Toilet, or Pick Up The Poop and Throw It Here?
Please send me your ideas!
-All photos by Beth Arnold who lives and writes in Paris.
