Window Mannequins Video
"Windows 38th St"

But anyway, I like the feel of this video a lot and thought it'd be a fun little side-journey for us today. Very melancholy and dreamy. And also artfully done I must say (thanks 1harold4!). Here's a companion poem...
The Munich Mannequins
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
Where the yew trees blow like hydras,
The tree of life and the tree of life
Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.
The blood flood is the flood of love,
The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,
Me and you.
So, in their sulfur loveliness, in their smiles
These mannequins lean tonight
In Munich, morgue between Paris and Rome,
Naked and bald in their furs,
Orange lollies on silver sticks,
Intolerable, without mind.
The snow drops its pieces of darkness,
Nobody's about. In the hotels
Hands will be opening doors and setting
Down shoes for a polish of carbon
Into which broad toes will go tomorrow.
O the domesticity of these windows,
The baby lace, the green-leaved confectionery,
The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz.
And the black phones on hooks
Glittering
Glittering and digesting
Voicelessness. The snow has no voice.
28 January 1963
Sylvia Plath
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
Where the yew trees blow like hydras,
The tree of life and the tree of life
Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.
The blood flood is the flood of love,
The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,
Me and you.
So, in their sulfur loveliness, in their smiles
These mannequins lean tonight
In Munich, morgue between Paris and Rome,
Naked and bald in their furs,
Orange lollies on silver sticks,
Intolerable, without mind.
The snow drops its pieces of darkness,
Nobody's about. In the hotels
Hands will be opening doors and setting
Down shoes for a polish of carbon
Into which broad toes will go tomorrow.
O the domesticity of these windows,
The baby lace, the green-leaved confectionery,
The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz.
And the black phones on hooks
Glittering
Glittering and digesting
Voicelessness. The snow has no voice.
28 January 1963
Sylvia Plath
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8 Comments:
Great post!!! Love this blog.
This is a lovely video. I enjoyed seeing all the different types of mannequins. Interesting to see so many retro-style mannequins.
But then, I've always had a thing about window mannequins. I even own one, bought at a clearance sale during a mall renovation a couple of years ago.
Cora, do you like dress up the mannequin according to season and display it in front of a window?
Actually, she sits on the sofa and creeps out random visitors, though I do change her clothes to go with the season. Unscrewing the arms and putting them back together is a lot more difficult than you'd think.
Currently, she's lounging in the basement, though, wearing only an old undershirt and awaiting the end of renovation work in the house.
I just love mannequins! Mine is "Biba" who I rescued from a very bizarre store. She was wearing a pink/grey 80's plaid skirt, gold lame top,hot pink thong(!) and a chemo wig. I had to take her home on the bus. Her arms kept falling off.First people laughed but then it got quiet.
She is currently residing in my storage locker do to a move. She has a wonderful wig, her hot topic outfit on and her shoes which never stay on right. I should have put my fur coat on her so she wouldn't get chilly.
Her nane is Biba after the '60's clothing line.
Mine was naked when I bought her, though she still had her wig (a short and auburn 1980s hairstyle). The wig is glued on very tightly, so it would have been nigh impossible to get off anyway.
I took her home in the backseat of my car, her feat resting against the rear windows. It certainly got me some weird looks from other drivers.
Her name is Renate, by the way.
LOL, Cora, I am laughing my ass off at your response not because I think it's weird but because I think it's awesome that she creeps out random people on your sofa! Makes me wanna get one. Alhough I don't think my future husband would want me to keep it on the couch to scare the bejesus out of my friends or his daughter and other assorted relatives. Would be fun to try though.
It's true, Renate has startled quite a lot of people. Usually plumbers, carpenters and the like.
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