Part of my photo project Thrift Shop Hell, documenting weird and wonderful thrift store finds from the Upper Midwest.

There is so much to take in here.

The vacant, haunted, plastic gemstone eyes. The hand painted eyelashes. The arching, high-reaching eyebrows. The cracks—multiple cracks, some even carefully mended—in the skull and ears. The fact that the cat’s head—yes, it’s on a spring, and yes, it bobbles—is slightly misaligned and permanently cocked in a wary expression of skepticism. The mysterious black paint (intended? accidental? somewhere in between?) freckling its muzzle.

The poofy, brilliant red, faux-fur mohawk just tops it all off.

What an object. What a treasure. What a find.