It's not like us commuters are making ourselves invisible - check out this bloke with the green fluro jacket and the yellow shorts. Sticks out like dog's balls.
I spotted the female driver of this car preparing to open her door when I was a few car lengths back, so I slowed right down to a crawl and took this photo as she flung the door open. She didn't look in either mirror or turn her head before doing so - I could see her fluffing with something on the passenger seat through the rear window (handbag I bet) and as soon as she was finished packing away her lippy or whatever, she turned and flung the door open. She got a bit of a shock when she poked her head out about a second after I took this photo and found me pointing a camera at her silly mug!
More dog's balls commuters. How hard do we have to try to make ourselves visible? Dress up in clown suits?
A squashed car. I saw this yesterday, and thought it might have had some sort of road safety message, but apart from not stopping where you see "falling rocks" signs, I couldn't figure out what the message was supposed to be.
Turned out it's art. Or Art.
Similar ideas inspired Luca Belgiorno-Nettis, when he and his wife, Anita, spent $440,000 on William Kentridge’s multimedia installation I Am Not Me, The Horse Is Not Mine, on free public display on Cockatoo Island. They also own Jimmie Durham’s Still Life with Stone and Car, which sits on a roundabout at Walsh BayWaste of money if you ask me.