Window Mannequins Video

"Windows 38th St"

Cool concept video of lonely mannequins shot through the windows of a clothing store in New York. At least I'm assuming they're lonely. Who really knows what goes on in the place when the people have all gone home and the lights are out for the night (remember Swing Shift from a while back?). Who am I to say?

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

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