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January 30, 2004
A Mannequin For Every Budget.
The deeper you go, the weirder it gets...
18 years ago
I found the "used kids" section - it just sounds bad.
I'm kinda partial to the "Cow" pages, myself...
Ooh, I'll definitely be purchasing some for my living room!
used lady standing
I hate mannequins. They give me the creeps. Good post, though. Alone for the animals section.
And when mannequins tire of our company, they gather
bees- Dang--I forgoit all about that site-- excellent save and great link, my friend!
beeswacky - it's hard to decide whether that site is creepy or a really telling expose on the abuse of mannequins, or - or I don't know what. They look so alive that the damage to any one face seems like - I can't even express how I feel about them. Maybe I should have just said that I'm speechless.
Yes, path; ... most post-millenial mannequins are so self-consciously kitschy or "knowing" or "self-referential" ( "I am a pretend person and we both know it so let's have a wee bit of fun," like those in Daffy's windows), BUT the older ones were made so lovingly (and cunningly) so as to elicit a sympathetic response from humans ("we are both alive, you and I, only I'm trapped in amber, perhaps...", like in a wax museum.) I keep flashing on Pris in "Blade Runner" as I ponder this...
nice follow up post bees.
Trapped in amber, somehow trapped outside their own time, yes. But trapped, we feel, Path. The eyes of some look too offset, as if some very jarring event froze them in a slightly wrong posdition. Not sure I'd enjoy being alone in this company for a protracted shoot.
I'm not into mannequins in general, but thank you for reawakening this thread so I could link to the "tragic" page. It still gives me shivers. And. beeswwacky, as much as I love the old ones, I'm not sure I could even walk into the room with them, even though I'd love to be able to provide a safe place for them to be taken care of.
Path-- They don't want to hurt you. They just want a good look at you.
These threads do not expire,
. The mannequins are here to stay -- and we will live with them forever and ever.
And the mannequins come to life at night after the store is closed (which means that if 24-hour department stores ever become popular, they're screwed).
Once mannequins come to life, they walk out of the stores, after which it becomes extremely difficult to determine their whereabouts.
They sometimes meet with others, secure transportation, and drive in circles around Wendy's drive-thru driveway. Makes the Assistant Managers lose their shit for an hour or so Every Freaking Time...
Thanks, guys. I bet you used to tell the Lovers-Lane-hook-on-the-door-handle story to trusting friends. But, would you reallly want to go into that place with the tragic mannequins? Or, better yet, spend the night there? I think the racy looking brunette with the decaying eyelid would levitate off the shelf and press her waxen lips against your necks. Oh! Are those fangs? Or the blonde with the teeth! I hesitate to think what she would do. Or the children (I do think of the children.) They would pat you with little, ghostly mannequin hands while you were trying to sleep, and whisper mannequin nursery rhymes, which you recognize, but can't quite remember or understand, in your ears. And one would call plaintively for her mannequin Mama, who is, sadly, on one of those phantom garbage scows that can't find place to dump their contents. You would hear her sobs for the rest of your lives, just as you were drifting off to sleep. Or after dark, the mannequins' eyes would glitter, perhaps from the glow of street lights or passing cars, but it would be hard to be sure. Wait, are the heads still in the same positions? Didn't that one just shift to the right? Do you hear whispering from that corner, or a rustling somewhere in back? Little noises, hard to track, but harder to think they are just imagined. Is that a trapped sparrow, flying into the ceiling, trying to find a way out? Is that a mouse, scurrying around, trying to make a living on wax flakes? We'll never know, because you won't be able to report these events in the morning. So, mis machos, laugh if you will, but are you up to the challenge?
No Way, Jose!
I ain't scared of no ghost mannequins!
Susannah Breslin's 'Mannequins' short story
does, erm, give an uplfting viewpoint on the subject. Wait. After preview, turns out to be now part of a pay-me-or-no-way part of Nerve. Crap. Do i post this or not? Well, maybe some Nerve member haven't seen it..?
Path, you're just trying to scare the kiddies. But but but but ... it says they're turn of the century--I thought I saw Spock in there at the bottom. Are you SURE they aren't the waxy alien vampire mannequins from hell?
"i>...they would pet you with little ghostly mannequin hands... The Mannequin Children's Hour by
who thicks men's blood with cold
or Evening Primrose by
, sometimes they need