We interrupt our regularly-scheduled onion, for… …an… …egg. As I sit at Corey’s place, listening to the soundtrack to the Narnia-series film, Prince Caspian, I find myself intrigued by…well…white stuff: paper…eggs…the less garish porcelain kitsch owned by Corey’s roommate. Most of it is dangerously garish, however…eye-searing and dusty, and though it might be interesting to photograph dusty, ugly stuff, I’ve decided to stick with round things: or oblate things as the case may be. I find some kitsch to possess a particular existential wrongness and well…thankfully Corey is like me. He’s allergic to kitsch, and has thus banned it from his immediate vicinity. Kitsch is not allowed in a (minimum) 8-foot radius from his room…Scarlett O’Hara has been ripped from her perch on the bathroom wall, and—as far as I can tell—banished from the apartment, altogether. This is a good thing. The eggs I’ve been photographing belong to Corey: they aren’t very dusty, and they don’t reflect questionable taste in “cute kid” kitsch, mixed disturbingly with…well…never mind. Let’s just say that it’s safe in Corey’s room. Nothing in Corey’s room stares at you…Corey doesn’t even stare. And so, with an egg, a sheet of folded paper, my array of LED-enhanced lighters, and free space on my camera, I’ve found reason to interrupt my Onion series. This egg belongs to Corey, which explains the absence of kitsch, or Vivian Leigh’s trademark simmering stare. I like her. It’s Scarlett O’Hara I can’t stand. But anyway, I digress. This non-Hollywood, non-Norman Rockwell by way of Tom of Finland egg drew my attention, and so I’ve given it the Blue Light Treatment (I found my blue LED lighter in the bottom of my laptop bag) and I’ve decided to post it here. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed making it. As always, thank you for viewing, reading, and commenting, and I hope you're having a great weekend.