Phantom child bride
Another freaky child mannequin shot, because I know you love them. This one's from St. Clair Avenue, where last night's psychogeography walk meandered. (Here's another good one.) So many, many unsettling things about this display: Why is that mannequin dressed like a tiny security guard? What's wrong with its hands?
posted by Nadia at 8:59 p.m.
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Okay, here's an allegorical long-shot by someone who reads too much Frye: The groom guard has, in fact, been sent to arrest Love, who, appropriately, is a ghost ("a body wholly body, fluttering it's empty sleeves"); the green fingers of the security groom, dripping with envie de vie, covet love but cannot touch her, who, strangely enough, becomes a box of kleenex for greed to wipe its hands on. They are children because we are all children, when we think there is any security in Love, or that we can arrest love's double in a wedding gown.
Oh, and that should be "fluttering *its* empty sleeves" of course.
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