My rather short-notice trip to the Times Square Toys R Us yesterday was not a total cultural disaster [though I'm glad the kid didn't tag along; the suddenly animated animatronic T-Rex would've freaked her action out, let me tell you.]
But it did have it's disastrous highlights: like this very funny accident scene on display, rendered in Playmobil and cotton stuffing [for the smoke]. I got the family of rubberneckers pushing the stroller, but I didn't get the little packages tumbling out of the back of the DHL truck. Good stuff.
Actually, it reminds me of one of my favorite photographs by the artist Roe Ethridge:
Previously: All the world's a Playmobil, and we are merely Playmobilers
Playmobil always reminds me of a song by Belle & Sebastian or the House Martins or something like that. So bright and cheery on the surface, but there's always something dark and twisted going on underneath.