Helping a friend clean out a rental house years ago I found a shoe box full of photographs buried in a bunch of clutter. They were all of the same guy, odd shapes and sizes. Most were precisely trimmed, surgically removing him from the scene, but many more were simply his recklessly torn out head.
Judging by the clothing and the quality of the photo paper I’d say they spanned the seventies: Mr. X, smiling under his big goofy mustache and sideburns. Mr. X with Micky’s three fingered glove on his shoulder. Mr. X straddling a parked motorcycle with a “For Sale” sign on it, affecting an “Easy Rider” pose for the camera. Mr. X the disembodied head, looking like a cross between one of the Allman Brothers and Zardoz.
The woman with whom he shares these scenes intrigues in her absence. What do I know about her? The armless hand X is occasionally seen holding suggests she had a taste for clunky southwestern jewelry, the odd wisp of long, straight auburn hair suggests she took good care of herself. I’m desperate for a face though. I want to look in her eyes and see if she strikes me as someone vindictive or jealous, or if blame for the break-up rests squarely on X’s (frequently absent) shoulders.
I’m thinking about scanning and putting these pictures on the web with various comments. Do you think there are any legal problems with this?
