This past weekend my husband and I visited our son and his fiancée in Washington, DC. We stayed in a hotel with quite a few nice stores around it. I got interested in all the window displays. Especially the mannikins (you may choose your own spelling, as I learned when I consulted the dictionary).
I have been fascinated by mannikins all my life. I can remember how intriguing I found them as a very small girl following my mother around as she shopped in department stores. I’ve not given up on getting my own manikin sometime, though I don’t know what I’d do with it.
Seeing them in their carefully-designed environments is like looking into a life-size dollhouse, I think. I’m not interested in the clothes they are wearing – I am interested in what they are thinking? planning? contemplating? as they pose, caught as they are in the midst of what surely must be interesting and varied eixistences. It’s very easy to speculate on what is going on with each individual, but the true stories will remain a mystery.
Anyway, I took some pictures of these people I met who say a lot without making a sound.