A store worker? owner? in the Bronx lined up his mannequins to model his wares on the street beside his shop. I loved that when he saw my camera, he posed by joining the line and placing his hand on a mannequin’s head. It was a sweet and goofy gesture.
At a NY museum (The Met? MOMA?), I accidentally took the elevator that descended to an underground storage area. And there they all were, these attenuated mannequins — snooty even standing naked in a basement— awaiting their star-turn in an exhibit of high fashion-as-art.
Both perky-breasted sets perch forever on their toes in calcified reverence to the effect of high heels: a mimicry of lordosis, “the sexually receptive position that mammalian females adopt prior to mating.”
The “Barbie-ish” aspect of the museum mannequins is sooo creepy. Somehow the dressed ones seem more friendly. Coincidentally I have taken dozens of photos of mannequins in store windows in Kathmandu , where they tend towards surrealism.
Great last paragraph. I'd like to see a bunch of males standing in the same positions. Or in typical male pose and hear you analyze that.