At Central Market here in Lima, here is what normal mannequins look like. On the ground floor are dozens of stalls selling fresh produce, nick-knacks and recently-slaughtered anything. Then on the second floor, various boring-clothing stores nonchalantly pretend that these are not movie props from the mind of David Lynch. Surprisingly, I was the only person darting around, taking pictures, creating a scene. Someday I’ll live in a large studio apartment filled with these things. I’ll never be burglarized.
Which mannequin do you think is the creepiest?