Sub RosaOne Man’s Trash…[26 November 2007] However unseemly and excessive this market may seem, the fact is that ever since there have been celebrities, there have been people rooting through their rubbish.
By Mikita BrottmanSelling something scrounged from a trashcan may not be everyone’s idea of recycling, but online auction houses have been reporting a surge in demand for celebrity debris. Ground zero for such litter is the website, Hollywood StarTrash (“if it’s not StarTrash, it’s just Trash”), where a piece of Paris Hilton’s used dental floss was recently auctioned off for $1,000. Other scraps from the starlet’s garbage included fan mail, a grocery list, a handful of platinum blonde hair extensions, used make-up, a pillowcase, and used toothbrush. A discarded dog food can (whose contents, presumably, were fed to accessory dog Tinkerbell) fetched $305, which would surely keep most Chihuahuas in kibble for a year. In another bold coup, after Justin Timberlake had appeared at a radio station, the singer’s unfinished breakfast (a half-eaten piece of French toast) was rescued from the trash by an enterprising intern, then sold on eBay to a 19-year-old fan for a whopping $1,025. Kissinger should have taken a tip from Joan Crawford, who, during a sanitation strike (according to her daughter), had all her trash put in Bergdorf Goodman boxes and wrapped with big purple bows before it was taken out. Of course, celebrities these days have no cause to disguise potentially embarrassing refuse; they can simply put it through a shredder. While it’s easy to see why somebody would want to buy to pay good money for Marilyn Monroe’s dress or Liberace’s cape, it might be more difficult to understand what somebody would want with Justin Timberlake’s discarded breakfast or Cher’s old socks. But is the impulse really so different? Fans scour eBay for souvenirs in the hope of coming closer to the lives of their idols, and the more quotidian those artifacts appear, the more similar to ours those lives seem to be. It’s often said that we worship celebrities just as fervently as we once worshipped the gods, and relics are as important to the religion of celebrity as they were to the followers of medieval saints; only, instead of offering you Christ’s bones in a bottle, today’s peddlers sell the discarded accessories of fame they’ve found by foraging through celebrity trash. Benes keeps and catalogues letters accompanying the objects sent to him, generally by intermediaries (his wide network of fans, friends and acquaintances), which act as certificates of their “genuineness”, just like the signatures on Papal indulgences, or letters accompanying swatches from the shrouds of saints. Like genuine holy relics, these sacred gleanings are elevated to the status of art once they’ve been framed, enclosed in glass-fronted cabinets, and exhibited in a gallery. To really appreciate their power, then, you have to believe in two different systems of magic: that of celebrity and that of art. The equation becomes even more complex when the relics displayed are those of celebrity artists, like the swatch from Mark Rothko’s tie, or his leftover medication. Sub Rosa
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