I think I have a bit of a crush on the NSU Prinz. I find myself returning to this funny little rear-engined, shrunken Corvair a lot. I’ve used it in our divider bar graphic, the related stories graphic, wrote peans to its trunk, the usual embarrassing documentation of an infatuation. That means I look at a lot of old NSU brochures, which also means I get to encounter another guilty pleasure: the weird-ass people in NSU brochures. Like this guy especially, down there on the left, by the kid with the balloon.
What the hell is going on here? I feel like the scene was supposed to be all about balloons and fun and kids but the photographer thought, hey, what this scene really needs is a bit of tension, so why not add a lawyer to the mix, reminding that pale little fella in the plaid hat that we have rules around here regarding balloon inflation and you should be aware that all yellow balloons are trademarked by the saffron collective, which he represents, and they are very prepared to take immediate and decisive action regarding misuse of yellow balloons, which you are clearly in violation of.
You don’t want any trouble, kid. Drop the balloon.