Picking Up A Few “Crap Souvenirs”


There are so many magnets on my refrigerator door that they’re fighting the magnets keeping it shut. Every time I take a trip I bring back a souvenir and stick it on the fridge. I have a shark from San Diego (“Send more tourists, they’re delicious!”) a creepy Edward Leedskalnin portrait from Florida and a Statue of Liberty that fell and broke and that I now think of as a souvenir from the Planet of the Apes. I was thrilled to find Doug Lansky’s new book Crap Souvenirs and drool over gift shop anomalies like the taxidermied rabbit hookah from Tripoli, an Australian cane toad made into a bow tie or the Mussolini boxer shorts from Sicily. There are some hot-glued shell creations representing Southern California, but my favorite L.A. souvenir in the book was a Santa Monica starfish painted to resemble Kenny Rogers – or Santa Claus. Anyway, a real California treat, if an ignoble end for the poor sea creature.



Photograph reprinted from Crap Souvenirs by Doug Lansky

by arrangement with Perigee, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.,

Copyright (c) 2012 by Doug Lansky.