As it happens, I just saw some books bound in human skin at Philadelphia’s amazing Mutter Museum (though not currently practiced, anthropodermic bibliopegy enjoyed a brief vogue). To be honest, they looked like… regular books. Though several people around me squealed in horror at the display, there’s no way they would have thought anything was amiss if they hadn’t known what the binding material was. As much as people cling to the notion that we as a species are special, when you come right down to it, a tanned human hide doesn’t look much different from a tanned cow hide. So, yeah. I’d accept this dare. I wouldn’t advertise the fact that I was doing it, mind you, but $1,000,000 for wearing a (different kind) of leather jacket doesn’t seem that bad to me. As long it was properly tanned and dyed, no one would be any the wiser, and if I’m occasionally a bit too warm (leather really doesn’t breathe), then so be it.
- Lauren
Yeah, sure. You eat meat, you wear leather, you pay $25 to go to the BODIES exhibit, you put on a coat of human flesh. It’s not like some kind of The Silence of the Lambs thing where you kidnap people so you can kill them, skin them and make yourself a sexy lady suit. This is more like this, which is really fucking cool. And you don’t have to worry about getting flour or red paint thrown in your eyes: Despite the fact that you’re wearing a dead animal around town all la-di-da like, PETA couldn’t give shit.
- Kali
