Nobody I knew back in Baltimore had a TV. But when I was staying with my parents' friends in New York, we watched a trippy series called The Addams Family.
At the time, I had no idea it was based on cartoons from the New Yorker, going back to the late 1930s, but I loved the family's bizarre behavior. What was normal for them seemed crazy to everyone else. Which is about right, most times.
The characters were all very pale, which worked well in high-contrast black and white… Television was clearly the invention of white people. I remember wondering aloud what a black version of the family would have been like, and someone made a joke about having to turn up the brightness cause otherwise no one would be able to see them in that old mansion.
Anyway, I'm remembering the Addams Family because Gabriel Ortega has a thing. I mean a Thing! Just like the servant on the show who was nothing but a dismembered hand, holding yarn while the mother knitted, lighting cigars for the father, and turning over records when they danced.
It's a bodiless hand resting on a pile of books. Probably made of bronze, and no doubt valuable. Meeting Thing here made me chuckle. As I was dusting him off, I whispered into the quiet of the apartment, "Give me some skin."