“You know, a carving, especially if it’s polychrome, is not meant to move. These faces, these half-bodies, when you animate them, they’re… — Jacques Yonnet Copy Share Image
“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say,… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Look Samuel!” She points to the couple—I noticing a twig sticking out of her hair. “Mannequins.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“March 1898 What a strange dream I had last night! I wandered in the warm streets of a port, in the low… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“But her smile is vacant. Placid. A Stepford Wife smile. The tears fall but there is nothing behind them. She’s a mannequin… — Tania De Rozario Copy Share Image
“Mannequins are the artificial intelligence of the modelling industry.” — Mokokoma Mokhonoana Copy Share Image
“She leaves my side and heads deeper into the apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
