Art Attack Central

January 8, 2002 by jfMac

Crossover Cars

Advertising gone mad: said in a promotional ad on TV last night – “If you can’t define it, people are talking about it.” What are they talking about? Crossover cars are indefinealbe. Is it an SUV, a truck or a car? One of the new models due for production on a limited basis this year has 5 different detachable body styles. The image that comes to mind is of a fickle and aging 007 sliding the hangers back and forth on a rack, while deciding which body suit to wear and don’t forget the viagra.

Aren’t cars an American male sex symbol?

You know how people resemble their dogs; they also resemble their cars. The crossover car business is allowing you to have 5 dogs; thus no one will ever be able to discern exactly which dog you most closely resemble. Cross-dressing for cars = the ultimate American male sex fantasy. Why bother to reinvent the wheel, when you can impersonate a car.

Impersonate a car?

Really the car is a personification of the man, or the “projection” of the car as me, or as in hard to pin down.

Why are you talking about cars? What’s really going on?

I guess I feel the need to reinvent myself this morning, and I don’t really know how to. So I’m projecting an image of shimmering and shiny, like the light reflected off a new chrome bumper. I don’t think they make chrome bumpers anymore; they’re out of date.

“It was when I found out I could make mistakes that I knew I was on to something.”

–Ornette Coleman

Link