I work in the mall -- well, not in the mall, but above it. So everyday, on my way to work, as I walk past Ann Taylor and Ralph Lauren, BeBe and Barami, and look into the windows, I am intrigued by the manequins. Now a manequin is a manequin, and one should be no different from the other. However, as I ramble on, and share my observations, you may think I am quite crazy, but I do imagine that each of them is quite distinctly characteristic.
Ralph Lauren - Why are they colored brown? Perhaps to suggest that they've just returned from a cruise with newly acquired tans? They're the privileged jet-set, graceful and lithe in their wonderful, out-doorsy settings. They've just stepped off a yatch onto some private island, where the crew has laid out a picnic, or they're skiing in the Alps, or they are lounging by the pool at a luxurious 5-star Carribean resort -- Despite the fact that they're absurdly androgynous, and the females curiously flat-chested, I do envy the Ralph Lauren mannequins their trust funds and beautiful clothes.
LaCoste - No heads, hence no facial expressions to read or fathom. They're athletic with fantastic bodies - perhaps that's why they don't need heads, or brains, or faces. They're about to take that next tennis shot. Even in her bikini, she is more beach-volleyball than lounge around and soak up the sun.
Ann Taylor -- aloof, size 2, A cup -- the type who wears a double string pearl neclace. She seems more wife than career woman. Poised and confident, she's a little pensive. She's at the garden tea party or the charity gala, and her unsmiling eyes are cast downward - always.
Victoria's Secret - Unlike the others, which are monochromatic, the VS mannequins are bright, and vivid, with big hair and voluptious breasts. They stare blankly into the distance, their expressions rather harsh, almost bored, absolutely aware of their sex appeal. But do I detect a twinge of tiredness at the routine of having to be sexy all the time?
So that's all for now. I could go on, but it will get stale. Maybe my next writing will be on the food court and why sushi as fast-food is appalling.
Ralph Lauren - Why are they colored brown? Perhaps to suggest that they've just returned from a cruise with newly acquired tans? They're the privileged jet-set, graceful and lithe in their wonderful, out-doorsy settings. They've just stepped off a yatch onto some private island, where the crew has laid out a picnic, or they're skiing in the Alps, or they are lounging by the pool at a luxurious 5-star Carribean resort -- Despite the fact that they're absurdly androgynous, and the females curiously flat-chested, I do envy the Ralph Lauren mannequins their trust funds and beautiful clothes.
LaCoste - No heads, hence no facial expressions to read or fathom. They're athletic with fantastic bodies - perhaps that's why they don't need heads, or brains, or faces. They're about to take that next tennis shot. Even in her bikini, she is more beach-volleyball than lounge around and soak up the sun.
Ann Taylor -- aloof, size 2, A cup -- the type who wears a double string pearl neclace. She seems more wife than career woman. Poised and confident, she's a little pensive. She's at the garden tea party or the charity gala, and her unsmiling eyes are cast downward - always.
Victoria's Secret - Unlike the others, which are monochromatic, the VS mannequins are bright, and vivid, with big hair and voluptious breasts. They stare blankly into the distance, their expressions rather harsh, almost bored, absolutely aware of their sex appeal. But do I detect a twinge of tiredness at the routine of having to be sexy all the time?
So that's all for now. I could go on, but it will get stale. Maybe my next writing will be on the food court and why sushi as fast-food is appalling.
