I am not sure why. What is the sulky, miserable woman saying? Over her shoulder as she angrily leaves your life forever, she snarls, as a kind of heartfelt but enigmatic curse, 'Free dental consultations for new patients.' Or maybe she's an embittered rival dentist unable to compete with this great benefactor of teeth and stalking off furiously to contemplate her business' annihilation and the fact that her children will starve? I don't know. Maybe it is just Art.
The world is more straightforward than you think. (Unless you're one of THOSE people, of course, in which case it is more complicated.)
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
cry me a river, mr dentist
On the Finchley Road, this picture fills the window of a dentist.

I am not sure why. What is the sulky, miserable woman saying? Over her shoulder as she angrily leaves your life forever, she snarls, as a kind of heartfelt but enigmatic curse, 'Free dental consultations for new patients.' Or maybe she's an embittered rival dentist unable to compete with this great benefactor of teeth and stalking off furiously to contemplate her business' annihilation and the fact that her children will starve? I don't know. Maybe it is just Art.
I am not sure why. What is the sulky, miserable woman saying? Over her shoulder as she angrily leaves your life forever, she snarls, as a kind of heartfelt but enigmatic curse, 'Free dental consultations for new patients.' Or maybe she's an embittered rival dentist unable to compete with this great benefactor of teeth and stalking off furiously to contemplate her business' annihilation and the fact that her children will starve? I don't know. Maybe it is just Art.
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2 comments:
Just Art, possibly, but, more importantly ... is that a KSC shirt I spy the photographer wearing?
It is not, but it is a brown fleece...
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