20 Nivôse CCXII (January 9, 2004)
All We Have To Do Is Go Down To The Pound And Get A New Jazzman
I occasionally get sent / come across these kinds of links, so I thought I'd post it.
Sotheby's auction house has apparently acquired the Forbes Collection, which contains the world's second largest collection of Fabergé Imperial Easter Eggs. The total of nine eggs in a single collection is only surpassed by the Kremlin, whose collection consists of ten eggs. Along with the size, the collection also contains several historically significant eggs, such as the Hen Egg (the first Imperial Egg), the Renaissance Egg (the last commissioned by Czar Alexander III), the Rosebud Egg (the first commissioned by Czar Nicholas II), and the Order of St. George Egg (the only Imperial Egg to leave Russia in the possesion of its original recipient).
Although they're definitely out of my price range, with the lowest being valued at between 3 and 4 million and the most expensicve being placed at between 18 and 24 million, they're still nice to look at. Perhaps in order to please those of us who could never even dream of affording this sort of thing, Sotheby's has been nice enough to provide images of all the eggs. Inaddtion, there's also a page giving details about each of the individual eggs and the location of all the known imperial eggs.
For sheer craftsmanship, I'm partial to the Rosebud and Orange Tree eggs. However, for the sake of the sheer elegance of its simplicity, the Hen Egg would be my purchase choice if I actually had enough money to afford this sort of thing.
Today's quote comes to us courtesy of the Simpsons. Therefore, telling me its origin is not going to give you the point. Instead, I want you totell me how the title links to what I've been talking about. Doing so will give you one point.
The quote is from the episode in which Bleeding Gums Murphy dies. After his early success as a jazz musician, he proceded to go broke as a result of his very expensive Fabergé egg habit. : )
Oddly enough, that actually happens to be my first mental association when Fabergé eggs come up.
And one point for Nancy.
(I really need to finish that script.)
Oddly enough, that is also one of the first things that pops into my mind when the eggs are mentioned.
Wow. Thats way over my head. So, these eggs are worth 4 million dollars?
Hold on, I need to get some paint.
Hmmm... I think the estimated value may be inflated. I mean, there's not even any tape present on the hockey sticks.
Thats hilarious dude. And its hockey. You know me too well.
I think it be worth more though. I am world famous.
Or is it infamy? I always get those confused.










