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Description
Taken at the Rootstein Mannequin Showroom in New York City. A while back I had taken a shot of this same mannequin but at a differnt angle which you can see from the thumbnail below. This was one I had never uploaded so I wanted to share this image as well. I like this particular model because of the very old fashioned look of the red hair and the tremendously big eyes. Her skintone is very nice as well and I love the calm confident look of this perfect beauty. She is one of my favorites of their models. I want to thank ThreshTheSky for applying a better looking background behind her as the original wall was much too dark and didn't compliment the image well. It really is hard working with some lighting in the showroom. I hope you all like her.

Mannequin by Sydney Rianne Bouldin

Smooth Canvas,
So deceitful so eerily beautiful.
I am what I seem,
nothing more and nothing less.

But what do I see when I stand
in front of that faithful mirror?
Do I see a featureless face,
or do I notice a true being?

The mannequin that I am,
sees a soul in her reflection.
Passerby's see only my off white motionless body.
But inside I know what I am.

Description
Taken at the Rootstein Mannequin Showroom in New York City. A while back I had taken a shot of this same mannequin but at a differnt angle which you can see from the thumbnail below. This was one I had never uploaded so I wanted to share this image as well. I like this particular model because of the very old fashioned look of the red hair and the tremendously big eyes. Her skintone is very nice as well and I love the calm confident look of this perfect beauty. She is one of my favorites of their models. I want to thank ThreshTheSky for applying a better looking background behind her as the original wall was much too dark and didn't compliment the image well. It really is hard working with some lighting in the showroom. I hope you all like her.

Mannequin by Sydney Rianne Bouldin

Smooth Canvas,
So deceitful so eerily beautiful.
I am what I seem,
nothing more and nothing less.

But what do I see when I stand
in front of that faithful mirror?
Do I see a featureless face,
or do I notice a true being?

The mannequin that I am,
sees a soul in her reflection.
Passerby's see only my off white motionless body.
But inside I know what I am.