Mannequin’s are like clowns to me. Sometimes they make me laugh, and other times they freak me out. However, unlike a clown, there’s no human underneath the layers. But there is a human-ness to them at time since they are made in our image; and sometimes you can actually get a glimpse of their fake, plastic humanity. What’s the guy thinking about? Where’s he looking at? Does he like wearing finely tailored Italian casual wear? I like how the raven’s shadow happens to land right behind his head, and how the reflected image on the glass plays with the foreground. This was a Harry Rosen window display at Oakridge Mall in Vancouver.
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