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My Favorite Mannequin




I forget that everyone doesn't have a mannequin in the front room of their house.

She's stands in a corner and startles some people when they see her out of the corner of their eye. At night I will sometimes notice a passing cars' brakelights as
it comes to a sudden stop at the sight of what seems like a tall naked women
visible through the large front windows.

I have a mannequin because I am a photographer. It makes sense to be prepared as much as possible before the subject shows up for a shoot. For years I have used a mannequin as a "stand-in" while setting up and adjusting lights in the studio.
Even in a large studio like mine, moving around big stands and light booms can be awkward and dangerous. A mannequin can stand in for the subject while lighting adjustments and tests are made. She is infinitely patient, and never changes her pose. The set is at stand-by and ready to go "hot" hours in advance.

There are two mannequins. The first one was acquired while the studio was being built. Selecting her was a long and strange process of pouring through online catalogs- literally looking for the perfect woman. Some websites had small grainy black and white photos of dime store dummies. Others had lush scenes from the exotic and wonderful life of the high fashion "femme d'les plastere". Choose a face, choose a hairstyle; choose a pout a sneer or a pucker. It was like an old Twilight Zone episode!

For months after being unpacked she stood in a corner of the living room -reception area.
Friends and visitors inspected and poked her. One man insisted she needed a name and called her 'Nora'. Others felt she should be clothed, which I considered... until I realized that worrying how to dress-up my mannequin was much stranger than leaving her in a "natural" state.

When the studio was finally ready and it was time for Nora's big move I found
that I could not part with her. She had become the central fixture of the modern decor of the house. Never smiling, never batting a long eyelash; only asking for an occasional dusting- she had become a fixture of my life.

I had to order another mannequin. The second one is not as pretty. I will not let her be named. She was un-crated in the studio and has never seen or shared the life of her more glamorous step-sister.

She has never had a chance to wave from the picture windows at the cars passing in the night.
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here is a link to a wonderful man who will take your old, dull worn out mannequin and give her a new life of health, vitality and inner peace
http://mannequinmakeovers.com/about.shtml
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another link to Burgess Meredith reading Ray Bradbury's Marionettes Inc.http://z0mbieastronaut.livejournal.com/2008/11/24/