Mannequins. Eyes that Follow You.
Posted on January 27, 2013
Mannequins freak me out little, particularly ones from the 1930s to 1980s. Those succeeding and preceding those times seem to be fine. I’m not sure if I’m weirded out by the eyes which seem to follow me around the room or down the street, or if it’s that stupid placating almost dreamy expression on their faces.
To be honest, their proportions kind of annoy me also, for no other reason than women in today’s society are made up of a plethora of varied and equally beautiful body proportions, not just the stock standard 36, 26, 26 (or whatever it’s meant to be).
I recently purchased a stunning mannequin from France and I named her Audrey Rose. She is an antique mannequin from the Victorian era, in near mint condition with a small corset waist and protruding chest. She really is quite something and she doesn’t have a head… perhaps that’s why I love her so much, because she doesn’t possess those eyes that bore into me with every move I make in my studio.