So, I’m in L.A. for the weekend, and I just got back from touring the single most amazing place I have ever been: the Michael Jackson auction collection at the Beverly Hilton. AND MY LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

Michael Jackson—in case you hadn’t heard—accidentally got super destitute because he spent all of his money on flying carpets and gold-plated robot butlers, so he decided to auction off all his shit to raise a bunch of millions of dollars. (Or something. Please do not quote me on the details.) Except then he changed his mind and asked for the stuff back, so now there’s NOT going to be an auction (boooo!), but that’s not really important. What’s important is that I still got to go and LOOK AT ALL THE STUFF.

THE STUFF.
IS CRAZY.
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Touring the Michael Jackson auction collection is exactly like touring the inside of MJ’s baroque, gold-plated crazybrain. Turns out, the inside of MJ’s baroque, gold-plated crazybrain is the most fun and wondrous place you’ve ever been. It’s also suuuper depressing!

It’s the kind of place where it’s impossible to decide what to take a picture of. IMPOSSIBLE! Everything is fucked up AND totally fucked. The weirdest revelation of the day was MJ’s apparent obsession with lifesize wax figures of elderly white people in folksy poses and varying bonnets. The Creepiest Piece of Furniture Award goes to “child-size chaise lounge” (for child-size reclining nude?). But the overall Best Shit Ever is CLEARLY the vast collection of MJ-themed art, for which words do not suffice. (Far too many pictures after the jump!)

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Follow me, follow me…
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A Child’s Garden of Alleged Bad Touching
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A lot of the stuff is weirdly homemade/bush-league, like this Zoo sign.
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This woman was LITERALLY WEEPING in the sculpture garden, and in this photograph is tenderly pressing her cheek to the golden gates of Neverland.
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“Socks.”
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“Art.”
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Roddy McDowall?
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Something about this dirty mat made me sad.
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California Raisin collection.
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This was not right.
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DEAR GOD WHY WAS THE AUCTION CANCELED!?
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DEAR GOD WHY WAS THE AUCTION CANCELED!? PART TWO
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DEAR GOD WHY WAS THE AUCTION CANCELED!? PART TWO (detail)
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As far as I can tell, this one involves Peter Pan and MJ watching in horror/furtive pleasure as the Three Stooges, Kermit the Frog, the ghost of Walt Disney, and Shirley Temple all conspire to rape Charlie Chaplin.
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Edward’s actual Scissorhands.
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Original paintings by Michael Jackson (top) and Macaulay Culkin (bottom). I WOULD NOT JOKE ABOUT THIS.
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See this chef guy? There were ten more like him in different outfits just lounging on the furniture all over the place. And some of them were ladies. Did MJ always dream of having whimsical white grandparents?
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Can you read this? It’s a letter from Ronald Reagan expressing his condolences about that time Michael Jackson caught on fire.
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Gew! Gew gew gewww!
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“I’m a multidimensional creature…”
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Goodbye! (FOR NOW…)
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Lindy West was born an unremarkable female baby in Seattle, Washington. The former Stranger writer covered movies, movie stars, exclamation points, lady stuff, large frightening fish, and much, much more....

157 replies on “Goodbye, Brain! Sorry I Accidentally Exploded You!”

  1. But if it were all auctioned off to different people, it would never be experienced all together in one place again. And when the new owners showed off one piece of it and said it was Michael Jackson’s, you’d think it was just the delusional work of a dotty fan. Nobody would believe he was really that crazy without seeing the whole lot.

  2. So I guess we know what Reagan meant when he prattled on about traditional values…

    And whats with the one monster child in the third picture?

  3. More! More!

    What the motherfucking FUCK is with the statues? of the the crazy-face redhead girls? in the glass case? with her hand up bunny’s ass? Appalachian Death Camp For Kids?

    And the weeping woman — you can’t design these details, they can only be handed down to you by God.

    Wow. WOW. You’ve gone too far this, time, Lindy. I think my gums just started to bleed.

  4. Who doesn’t go to view a bankrupt celebrity’s possessions while wearing a red rubber dress?

    That auction contains enough material, both props and story ideas, for 5,000 horror flicks. I call dibs on a movie starring the red headed statues.

  5. Does anybody else find the Sam Phillips quote scrawled on Elvis (“If I can only find a white man with a black man’s sound, I could make a million dollars”) really unsettling? Obviously it applies to Elvis, who got that magic by appropriating a black man’s sound, but it also applies to Michael Jackson, who seems to have tried to appropriate a white man’s look.

    Things like this make me think he must be the loneliest guy in the world.

  6. When he dies, hopefully soon, his carcass should just be unceremoniously dumped into a sewage treatment pool or a landfill. What a horrible human being.

  7. This is what happens to your brain when you have more money than god and have spent your entire life living outside of reality.

    Then it all turns to shit and we get to see it on display.

    Bizarre, thy name is Michael Jackson.

  8. C’mon, Lindy, write the book. Somebody has to. Have you seen that documentary that Brit did a few years ago, where they wander around the world’s ugliest antique store in Vegas, with Michael pointing at every single monstrosity in it, saying either “I have one of those” or “I’ll have that, please”. Not to mention the perv stuff — I mean, he’s the world’s weirdest person even before you get to the perv stuff.

    “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough” and “Shake Your Body Down To The Ground” are still the world’s most perfect pop records, though, which just makes the story even better.

  9. @17, what a philistine. When MJ dies, his body should be covered in gold and placed on a rotating plinth with hundreds of lasers shining on it on the Mall in Washington, DC.

  10. I feel like I just walked thru an old-timey freak show. It was horrifying but I couldn’t look away. Thank you so much for posting these – more please.

  11. it just makes me so happy that his costume designer just took a normal, economical sock, and then made it a bedazzled masterpiece. IT IS NOT A SPECIAL SOCK. IT IS JUST A NORMAL SOCK WITH ADORNMENTS.

  12. i’ve seen graceland and pictures of liberace shit..but this joint right here?..it’s the sistine chapel of crazy town. it’s …it’s… it’s…
    …and people dropped off their kids here to play and spend the night ???.. i mean .. and this is the shit he decided to sell ? what did he get to keep ?

  13. Is that a huge sculpture of Michael Jackson as a cowboy in the background of the ring of children dancing?

    Was the woman in red held in the Neverland prison as a child?

    This MADE MY FRIDAY.

  14. Holy Shit…The California Raisins memorabilia are the least bizarre items there.

    The Little Orphan Annies with the bunny rabbit hand puppet look like they are screaming to get out of that glass case. There’s a creepy metaphor in there somewhere.

    I recognize most of the cartoon characters in the first painting but who is the green duck in the lower right corner? And why is MJ aiming a slingshot at him?

  15. You know, if had a lot of money, I would totally collect weird and funny things. And I could never even get close to Michael Jackson being completely serious.

  16. Thanks, keshmeshi, I guess Plucky Duck and the Tiny Toons were after my time. Still wonder what’s up with the slingshot. Doesn’t Jocko know he could shoot someone’s eye out with that thing?

    I’m still marveling at the Reagan letter. It isn’t every day the President of the United States writes a sympathy note to a celebrity whose hair caught on fire.

  17. i love those socks, though.. seriously, if i had the money and the auction weren’t canceled and all, they’d be on my feet right now.

  18. Wait, what the fuck, Ronald Reagan “knew from experience” that “these things can happen on set”? DID RONALD REAGAN’S HAIR CATCH ON FIRE AND I MISSED IT?

    (I will have hideous nightmares about those redhead Exorcistic face-eating Orphan Zombies for the rest of my life.)

  19. These photos must still be a poor representation of what it must be like to walk among that stuff. Oh, my god, Lindy, you’ll have to write a full article about it.

    John Waters once quoted someone else about Ike Turner, saying that he was the only person who could spend a million dollars at Woolworth’s. This shows that Michael Jackson is the only person who could spend a billion dollars at a flea market.

  20. It is unfortunate that he actually had the money to flaunt his insanity whereas the millions of others of similar persuasion are just too poor to seem anything but sane.

  21. All that money, and all he bought was crap…..

    This child molester is a piece of shit. He deserves nothing more then a long, miserable, lonely life, duct taped in my basement receiving meal time beatings….

    “It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again.”

    blmartech@yahoo.com

  22. oh my god… listed in the same catalog for sale are a butter churn and a crystal ball. He is a walking mad lib!

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