There’s something kind of amazing about the images in this 1965 Ford Fairlane brochure, taking place, as they do, in an infinite black void of nothingness. In this particular part of the void, a woman dressed like Inspector Clouseau offers a comically oversized flower to a man, who throws his head back in laughter, kind of creepily.
I’m not exactly sure what message Ford is intending to convey here about the Fairlane, other than to associate it with the sorts of cavalier bon vivants that can even made a colossal emptiness, void even of light, into a good time with their huge flower gag, pulling off massive, shoe-sized petals in what may be one of those he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not kind of things. I think?
Anyway, enjoy the whatever this is!