These aren’t mannequins (not yet, anyway).They’re the beginnings of them. The first breath before the body.
Moulds that can shape something new.
There’s something oddly gentle about them when you stand close.
Like they remember every version they’ve ever been. This collection in particular was used for making museum mannequins.
Now they’re here.
Not for sale. Not to be moved on.
Just part of the story and the collection.
If you were to give one of these a second life, what would it become?
