Calling Card
Published by Wing September 16th, 2005 in Everything, Photography
I took this photo over a month ago, and still can’t figure out why somebody would do something like this. It struck me as very odd. After a night out with some old theatre friends I spotted this on my walk home. A month later I’m still totally puzzled by it. What was the story being this? Who is this person in the picture? Why is this photo under this car’s wiper? How was this “photo” made? It doesn’t look like a normal photograph. His face is the only feature on the print. The rest has been dodged, or something. Hmm… I just don’t get it. I don’t even know where to begin making up a story for it. I am clueless and speechless.
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Ok, Ok,
Two possible stories:
They both start with a man and woman fall in love.
1) The man is forced to move 100’s of miles away to pursue his life long dreams. The man, at the last moment before leaving town, comes back to find his woman and discovers her with another man. He is grief stricken, but happy that she has moved on and can now follow his dreams without worrying about “what could have been”. So he simply leaves an image of himself on her car, which is parked outside her new lovers apartment. She of course is upstairs having incredable sex with her new mate (B!TCH), but her ex lover just wants to leave his calling card, an image of himself with a smile on his face, to let her know that he is happy she has been able to move on(even if it was before he even left town).
2) The man and woman have a great love affair for months until the day she discovers that the man is an obsessive Matchbox car collector. She leaves him immediatly. He calls her on the phone, he sends flowers, chocolates, begs on her answering machine for her to return to him(I guess he’s a bit obsessive about more than just toy cars). The one day the pleas just stop. She assumes that he has finally moved on and is relieved to say the least. Many years later she awakens to the flash of a camera outside her window. She sees a young bald man taking a picture of her car, but more odd than the man taking the picture is this odd, what looks to be a photo under her wiper blade. After the young photographer leaves the scene she throws on her nightcoat and slippers and heads out to the curb to investigate. She sees the photograph of her ex obsessive boyfriend under the wiper and feels a cold chill coarse through her veins. “Oh god, I hope he’s not planning to return to my life. Maybe I’m dreaming all of this. Ouch, nope not dreaming. Maybe I should make a report to the police in the morning. Oh well, time to go back to bed.”. “Oh hey Robert, what are you doing here so late? I haven’t seen you in months. Robert, what’s wrong? Robert? Robert? Robert what are you doing? Robert you need to leave, you’re freaking me out.”