Jeff Koons Popeye, 2003 Then I made me way into the tottering house itself and found it all in shambles. A clothesline freighted with frilly red underwear, not mine, and three pairs of long johns, not mine, stretched across the living room. The bathroom reeked of men’s after-shave and colognes – Brute – and was … Continue reading How I escaped the circus: Jeff Koons’ Popeye and Frederic Tuten’s Odysseus