(One of the posts I wrote on my Swell 24.7 blog in my previous life as a gift store owner in the busy tourist town of Provincetown on Cape Cod; posts that are grouped here under the category What Else Is Swell?, and are generally about life in Provincetown, life as a retailer, our fabulous dog Jack who sat outside the store for well over a decade, and other random things that grabbed me at the time.)
I've always had a bit of a mannequin thing going on. I often cut pictures of them out of magazines, and I have done a couple of art pieces based on them.
Not sure what my whole mannequin obsession is about but I expect you could read all kind of Freudian things into why I like such feminine images when personally I wear a dress and make up about once every seven or eight years, or why I like the usually headless and always stationary figures, and only the female ones.
I like them so they are on my radar, which is why I noticed them at every turn when we were on our recent buying trip for the store at Americasmart in Atlanta. There were hundreds of them. Everywhere.
Sitting and standing.
Under dressed and way over dressed.
Incognito and traveling in pairs.
Used for selling clothes, and used for selling other stuff.
Plain and sparkly.
Cute and rather scary.
Beautifully made from lampshades and lit from inside.
And creatively clothed in a dress made from a map - my absolute, hands down, no question about it, personal favorite. That one is like a piece of art to me.