Somedays you just never know where you are going to end up, do you?. On a beer fuelled bike ride recently , my three riders and I found ourselves on a tour of a mannequin warehouse. Yup. It was random and weird, but the staff were ever so nice and quite excited we were there. So happy in fact, we were sucked inside like a vacuum. No chance for a quick exit.
We were let in to the back room and left to explore the world of mannequins. Whoop dee doo, you say? Yes, I hear you, but guess what? It was pretty cool.
There were posers of every shape, size, and colour.Curvy ones, baby ones, black,brown, pregnant ones and even spray painted gold ones. Ones with stylish hairdos. Who knew?
(Nice pecs’ dude.)
Most all of them were faceless and headless, but then even still, they gave off an energy as if they had electric personalities. Quiet and loud, all at the same time.
Can’t forget the ever so anatomically ‘perfect ‘poser. Not even 1% of the whole entire world has a body that looks like these ones. Except me of course. 🙂