the mannequin hunt

So I have a new and strange obsession.

No, it's not tube drawings of what was going on in Miss South Carolina's head, nor is it the brilliance of Canada's own Michael Cera (if you haven't already, go see Superbad right this second)...

it's mannequins.

Montréal storefronts offer a startingly large number of these strange, ill-used plastic creatures. Best viewed at night, they come alive under buzzing fluorescent lighting while the rest of the world meanders drunkenly along.

We've been sucessfully tracking them for the better part of the last month, with decidedly bizarre success.

Behold our recent spoils.

A flock in their natural habitat. Some inter-fighting
must have occurred at an earlier date
(observe amputated hands and missing digits)

Although orphaned by her kin, this amputee
remains gracefully austere

Here, an older specimen quietly accepts her morose fate

These juveniles have engaged in an apparently fatal game
of "spin the baby bottle"

Nothing creepier than baby dolls

Model slash chef mannequins, ready for work

This week we hope to reach the Valhalla of Mannequin-land: the Magasin de Mannequenerie on Sherbrooke. If our next expedition proves fruitious, I will post the results here.