Degradation and Deviancy: Signs, Pt. 3
Yesterday afternoon I spent several minutes wandering around a very large shopping centre car park. Though this was not, I'm happy to say, the highlight of my weekend thus far, I did chance upon the below (groovy) images. Proof (as if it were needed) that even in the midst of consumerist tedium something blogworthy will hop up and gently slap you in the face.
Though their primary purpose is, I'd imagine, to indicate to stressed and bedraggled parents that they may park their brat-packed SUVs here (or there), they have a charm of their own that transcends this simple function.
Passing along the line of cars (and trying not to look like I was obsessively photographing license plates) I noticed that the signs were becoming progressively more degraded (and hence more interesting).
Image 2. Slightly less dumpy (but still armless) child balances on a gangrened leg that is just about to fall off. From behind a lamp-post a masked figure emerges – reaching out its blade like hand to rifle through the child's pockets (for financial or deviant reasons). Isn't society gone mad altogether? 'Tis. The budget, etc.
Image 3. A falling-to-bits adult (with a shrieking, and freakish, Pac-Man head) turns to flee from a young pursuer. A small wicker speech bubble separates them, but "says" nothing. Perhaps indicating wordless pain, or unmentionable longing. The young pursuer certainly seems to find the whole situation extremely…er…stimulating. Each to their own.
October 19, 2008