There is something both appealing and haunting about mannequins. They are almost human and at the same time other worldly. And, I suppose, for people like me who grew up watching the Twilight Zone called “The After Hours” and the adventures of a certain Miss Marsha White, played by the beautiful Anne Francis, in a department store. She ultimately discovers that she is herself merely (?) a mannequin. It is an adventure that can only happen in (doo-dee-doo-doo) the twilight zone.
So I was thinking about Miss White this morning as I was walking in the mall (IPhone camera in hand) in quest for my espresso. There she was in a simple, yet elegant, tasteful black dress. She had no hair and her eyes were darkened by deep shadows giving her a most alien specter.
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