Sometimes the smallest, strangest details catch my attention…but I think this would catch anyone’s attention: the sight of a naked mannequin–clearly ready to shake, shake, shake its booty at passersby–in the dusty window of a defunct salon on a mostly empty back street of a small town.
As I stood on the sidewalk, admiring this mannequin in motion, a lot of things went through my mind in a short span of time, including:
1) The classic children’s rhyme: I see your hiney / bright and shiney / it makes me giggle / to see it wiggle!
2) Billy Idol’s Dancing With Myself
3) The Greek myth about Laocoön and his sons.* (Honestly, if you haven’t already figured out that I’m a word-nerd, a wordsmith, a trivialist, AND geeky about Greek mythology, among the many other things I’m geeky about, well…this would be time to let it sink in!)
I felt a little sorry for this mannequin in motion–it had so much life, somehow, to be a headless, handless, plastic shape standing knee-deep in junk and trashbags–but it was still a bit cheeky (pun intended!) as it stood there, mooning the deserted street.
Rock on, mannequin, to the music only you can hear!
*The mannequin was Laocoön-like because the bands of shadow across it looked like snakes, as in this version that lives in the Vatican: