A square, a rectangle, or a frame, they all invite us into a window where another world begins, be it real or imaginary, still or moving; the possibilities are immeasurable. Mannequins in a display, encompassed in an oblong frame, often titillate us with what could be real.
In their prim display, the daunting presence of lifeless forms staring out relentlessly, it is almost more surprising that they do not spring into life: in my mind this creates a paradoxical relationship and imposes the question: through the looking glass, are mannequins watching us or are we watching them?
Are we able to relate to the forged imitation of the human replica in its synthetic form more when broken, scarred, dissected, disfigured, damaged and with its imperfections? Could it be their imperfections making them human?
The book is a travelogue of mannequins in ceaseless transformations, embodying their existence in various sets of social and cultural surroundings.