I find them a little of both. Just like clowns, Pierrots–in all their harlequined, Mardi Gras-esque single-teardrop poignancy–are so adorable I want to kitchen-magnet them onto my fridge, and yet so precious at times I fear I might barf up the room.
Here’s a bunch for you to munch on and decide for yourself. Pierr-oh-boy!
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on April 5, 2013