Sieg Heil??
It is at times like these that I wish I were a fabulous photojournoblogger like Red Mum or GingerPixel. (What is it with the red hair gene that makes them so darn good?)
Any hows, I was off visiting my friend Sandra in the deepest darkest Northside this evening when I notice election posters with Ivor Callely smiling sinisterly down from every lamp post. (Now don't get me wrong, the Richard Bruton ones were no less unsettling.)
No doubt Ivor's men were up at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning - after cooking Bertie the full Irish - lampostering all and sundry. (Is the verb Lampooning somehow related?) The climbing of thousands of poles before your average Northie has come home from his mott's house is obviously no mean feat. It seems that for convenience, all posters are pre-punched (can I volunteer to pre-punch the Pat Rabbitt ones?) to facilitate quick and easy assembly.
Unfortunately the good trenchmen of FF used black nylon plastic ties to secure the posters against the savage elements of Dublin Central which, given that the holes at the bottom of the poster aligned with good Mr Callely's mouth left an all to obvious Hitler look for the former junior minister for having your kitchen painted. If they are anything like me, I imagine the local graffiti artists are just itching to give him an appropriate fringe paintjob.
Made me wish I had a camera handy.
Paige
posted by Paige A Harrison at 11:58 p.m.
7 Comments:
Wonder how long it will take for them to cop on to that and go out and change the plastic tie ons?
I have been looking at the Enda Kenny poster and what a difference to what he looks like on the TV. Airbrushed or make up to give the strong sculptured looks that are looking down on us as we go past?
I know what you mean, Maisey. I've been getting all spooked by his new found side parting and his exaggerated bushy arched eyebrows.
All very sinister!
I suspected this election might be won on appearances.
Go for it Paige. Go out into the north side (or the south side if that's too much) or even the centre and report back. Soak up the atmosphere, the gossip, the residue, the froth. Skim the surface, peel back the outer layer or even burrow in deep (under the rabbit's skin)...
You are too talented to wait for inspiration to hit you. Hit it and see how it'll serve you and we'll all celebrate...
Aw shucks Paige, I don't deserve your compliments...I was caught without my camera over the weekend a few times. Saw some great photo opportunities involving election posters:
The ones where Enda has the tie holes positioned across his forehead, just calling out for captions along the lines of "You need me like a hole in the..." well, you get the idea.
Or the scene I spotted in Greystones of our local Green Party candidate out supervising the erection of her posters standing beside a brand new, "gas-guzzling" SUV.
You know, I think there's probably a good series in all this somewhere.
I swear to God I have a friend who thought Mary lou was a grand girl (last euro elections) but could not understand why she wore such a severe black necklace (is "choker" the correct term?)
Pointing out the cable tie was one of the most magnificent moments of my sad life to date
paul., tell your friend that Mary Lou is indeed a fine girl. In a sort of "comfortable middle class South-side Dublin not old enough to know who B Sands was let alone remember when striving for socialist states was de rigeur" sort of way.
;-)
Paige
Update : Heading for the airport this weekend, I noticed that the offending poster had been replaced by a new, different one. In this one Mr C parts his hair on the otherside making it harder for graffiti artists to liken him to a former German Furher.
Paige Power?!
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