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.

2 comments:

Michelle said...

Just Art, possibly, but, more importantly ... is that a KSC shirt I spy the photographer wearing?

Robert Hudson said...

It is not, but it is a brown fleece...