I have a large batch of photos I took of manikins around the US, in
Europe, Asia, and Australia since 1990. I made at least 600+
photographs chasing down these iconic, molded archetypes
wherever I can find them. I consider manikins to be as much, "alien
creatures", inhabiting our planet alongside living, breathing humans.
Indeed, manikins have distinctive personalities, often having nothing to do with the culture that produced them. The most common characteristics these humanoid models share are, despair, loneliness, austerity, anguish, rejection, and a stark indifference to the high fashion or utilitarian garments they were manufactured to sell. It's bizarre that the more expensive the costumes a manikin wears, the more arrogant and narcissistic the model seems to be.
Over time, manikins become absolute or damaged beyond repair, and are condemned for disposal in shabby warehouses and abandoned buildings where they go unnoticed and invisible to workers in the same space. But if you look at the expressions in their faces and cathartic, twisted body language, you’ll see how they appear to fall into a pseudo-sociological disrepair and forlorn dejection that humans also feel. I know, shades of scary, Blade Runner science fiction are undeniably there for all to see. And yes, that's just my interpretation, but my pictures speak for themselves.
Photographs taken on my trip to the Galapagos Islands