Just a thought: Curators of historical costume exhibits may want to re-think the headless mannequin when presenting fashions of the Ancien Regime. Or at least incorporate a head basket into the scene for historical accuracy.
And leave the poor sans culottes alone!
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An anger wholly justified, for what you have been subjected to. I'm sorry that you have to feel it, but just keep letting it come up and it'll get easier eventually.
That's always been my hope, anyway.
Sometimes I believe it. Sometimes I don't.
In the meantime, make angry art. That DOES seem to help.
The last picture; girl in red... what is with that poor girl's neck??
Perhaps she's taunting the guillotine operator. "Look at how much neck I have..." Either that or she was the victim of an unsuccessful hanging.
Personally, I'm wondering, what's up with those shoes?
Are they specially designed to help you walk in the blood and horse muck without soiling your leggings?
You know, there's a school that believes people in this life who have terrible migraines were either hung or decapitated in a previous life. Personally, if I get one of those headaches it's cuz' I haven't pooped in a while.
On an unrelated note, I used to be in a cover band called Headless Albino Ken Doll, we of course were a tribute to Edgar Winter Group, and we only knew one song, but it didn't matter, cuz' that song was Frankenstein, and 45 minutes long.
I note with interest that only the male mannequins have no heads.
And did I ever mention that costume museums are my crack? Well, they are.
Unfortunately, the first mannequin appears to be female, shooting your observation to heck. But perhaps she is actually a Marie Antoinette impersonator, really making her a 'he'. In which case, you're right. And if we can accept that as a possibility, then I can also note with interest that the only people who have noted that the headless mannequins are (mostly) male are the women.(!!!)
And costume museums WOULD be my crack if there were any of note around here, or if I had the ability to travel to where they are and visit them. Alas, I have to satisfy myself with books about costume museums. This particular book shows stuff from the Kyoto Costume Institute. It is one of my favorite books and was given to me a couple of years ago as a birthday present by our very own Karl. (Thanks Karl!! Karl always makes good with the books.)
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