Seattle, Washington
If images from bodydumpers.com are ever featured in the MOMA, it will be because of Ed Smith. My tired commentary about perving strange in my Civic, or finding the perfect cheeseburger will only go so far. If I ever reach that dream of staying in bed and eating Wendy’s for a living, it’s owed to our devoted street team. Thanks to Ed, I am starting to believe it can happen. Without the efforts of BD fans, this would just be another dead end blog.
It seems like we have an Early 1960’s Oldsmobile here. It may be a convertible. Most importantly, the trunk looks like it goes on forever….evoking images of salt flats in Utah or a Midwestern cornfield dusted with snow. Truly a masterful image which requires more imagination than photographic undersatnding. It’s the slightly abstract approach that takes us beyond fear and deep in to fascination.
A grainy view of the front seat reveals a solemn silhouette of the wheel and upper dash. The creep factor reengages us as we drift further from the nebulous warm blanket of her white trunk. We start to piece together Body Dumper scenarios of a time long past. The routes, passengers, and intentions of this Body Dumper are plenty mysterious. This leads some of us to imagine a dark country road, The Everly Brothers playing softly, and a driver with some “impure” intentions.
