I’m no psychologist, but I once got paid two hundred bucks for a grad student to ask me an alarmingly large number of questions about sexual attraction to inanimate objects. This $10K Hermes handbag the Belgian nannies forced North West to paint for her mom’s birthday isn’t just the random machinations of a toddler. There’s something dangerous ruminating in that imprisoned brain of the first daughter-whore. Note the bloody handprint surrounded by the more colorful splashes of sapphire and yellow. Like the rising hand of so many aborted older sisters and brothers she will never know. Suffering, marked with the sprinkling of hope. Redrum, Danny. Somebody copter in and save that baby before the next moon.
Photo Credit: INF