Clones - Andrea Gibbons
In the 10 minute walk between Oxford Street Station and Bond Street Station, you will pass three Zara clothing stores. Terrifying. Far more terrifying still: Identical mannequins. The high-fashion ideal woman, no? Standardized in her slim form, perfect skin, perfect makeup, perfect hair (in a form possible only on a mannequin or briefly on a … Continue reading Clones →