Tuesday, October 06, 2009
If you're a regular follower of my blog then you know how much I enjoy finding these artfully "costumed" mannequins on the highways and byways of Tampa. Regretfully, there isn't a list of their locations - like the Map to the Stars in Hollywood and LA - so I have to drive endless miles for hours on end to find even one of these lovelies. Most often they are awaiting me and are flagging me down as I cruise along, never expecting him or her (or a romantic couple sometimes) to be patiently standing on the curb, waving a sign or simply beckoning me to stop. Daring me to produce a flattering portrait (I guess they want to prove to mom and dad mannequin that they are earning an honest living.) Yes, she is dressed appropriately for the camera: strangely flared black stretch pants - tight; oddly cut and cropped t-shirt; appropriate necklace; and a very attractive head of hair. The one accessory that could only mean she's navigated wild partying Bourbon Street in New Orleans is the sensuous boa, draped loosely and casually over her arms and around her size 18-inch waist. It is the pièce de résistance. (Why does that boa look familiar? I guess that's another story for another time, right Mrs. TDP?) My little mannequin girl obviously caught the lens at a weak moment and SNAP. Here she is. On her wheeled cart ready to sell you a Halloween costume. Right off her back if you insist. Oh no. I just noticed she's missing a finger. What else don't we know about her?