These shell creatures were here displayed in a camp and knowing way that sets them apart from what I would call first degree kitsch. Around the garden were many more of them: rabbits, birds, dragons, cats, dogs and donkeys, a miniature menagerie of kitsch touristic sculptures. The impulse to collect and display them in this way does not come to ‘kitsch man’ in quite the same way though I believe the ‘knowingness forgives all’ argument does only go so far. I find for example Jeff Koons’s work with kitsch suffers from a law of diminishing returns.