I like the idea that a dressmaker’s mannequin holds a memory of every garment draped over it. The markings are like tattoos recording the passing of time, each gossamer line like a thread of silk, a strand of hair… A fibreglass and cloth Joan of Arc. Each rip is like a war wound_

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