Armitage Shanks

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et Messieurs, Coprophagists and Prognosticators-



You are about to witness what can only be described as the penultimate parable of parodistic pageantry. Through this portal awaits a pinnacle of panhuman proportion, a paregoric of pulchritudinous presentments, a personification of pedigree par excellence.



This is no pedestrian pavilion for parading pachyderms or palsied palominos- Piffle. That would be patently pathetic. Perforce, with profluence and profligacy I partake this parlance in part to proffer this prologue and perhaps as proof of the Promethean parameters presented in this parable.



People you need possess both pith and passion as you prick these proceedings. And now without pause, please peruse this peculiar propanganda.



I want to hear from:

Thieves, strumpets, succubi, harlots, miscreants, tinkers, gypsies, carnies, freaks, circus trash and other lovely and disquieting people.



Photo by David Adam Edelstein



Photo by fodoughgrafiks



Photo by fodoughgrafiks



Photo by Allen Lee



Photo by Allen Lee



Photo by Allen Lee



Photo by Allen Lee



Photos by Oblivious Lens



Photos by Oblivious Lens



Armitage Shanks doll by Miss Oblivious