It’s another Mercedes. Say what you like about them, they do last.
The caption for this image should be “parked up like it’s 1979.” Or 1983, to judge by the licence plate (is it British?). Up until the late 1990s it was possible to park creatively like this in Dublin, in lots of places. There were lane-ways where double-yellow lines had not been applied or where traffic wardens seldom went. I used to park on pavements if the need arose (but only pavements where nobody actually ever walked). I had a list of places where I could hide the car and not pay while in town.
In the interim, there has been a steady expansion of the purview of the parking wardens, analogous to the great enclosures of 1773.
Money can be made from parking and so pavements can be farmed. The same tendency has encouraged the construction of purpose-built multi-story carparks, supplied by folks forced off the streets. Out in the suburbs the drive to make money from car parking has also pushed cars off streets and onto the spaces that were once gardens.
Arterial roads are especially badly affected by this and in many places most of the gardens are gone, worsening air quality, intensifying run-off, adding to the urban heat-island effect and find finally lowering house prices by making the roads visually unpleasant. Even minor roads can be affected by this as the local council bans more and more on-street parking. I am convinced no-one has thought this through. In my view, a street cluttered with cars means cars drive slowly and there is space for vegetation. The problem is self-limiting.