There's A Face In My Door But I Like It

Today, I came down stairs and saw there was a face lodged in my front door. My first instinct was to move it, but then it occurred to me to photograph it. It was a rather snap decision, which is why the photograph is quite grainy and has a slight yellow tint. The reason why I wanted to photograph this was because it just made me think about the long proccess that came to build this image. A photoshoot had to be organised to photograph this woman's face, and then the most desirable had to be selected to be printed on the back of whatever magazine this is. Then a million copies were made and shoved through a million letter slots. This particular copy, however, was not pushed through entirely. Bad postman, you may think. But if it was forced completely through, it would only land with a great splat on the other side, potentially bending the cover or creasing some pages. Perhaps this accidental presentation of the magazine is better. There is a sense, if you were to look at this image objectively, that this magazine does not belong there, yet fits so well. For me, when I saw it casually hanging there, it made me think, "Why should I care about this woman's face?"

(It sort of looks like Mariah Carey, though. If it is her, my question still stands)