Demonic mannequins in Jacksons window
The Evening Post has commented on the chilling mannequins in the window of town centre store Jacksons and their subsequent disappearance (”Little shop of horrors“).
I walk past the famous Reading shop almost every day and couldn’t help but notice the beady eyes and knowing smiles of the Victorian-looking children behind the glass. Fellow Reading blogger Wendy described the spine-chilling feeling thus (”Jacksons: mannequins“):
A child mannequin in a tutu appears to watch you with evil eyes… …she scared me… …intrigued me…
Thank goodness they are gone (though there has been no mention of this on the Jacksons blog). They really were better placed on the set of a horror production.
Matt Brady on June 1st 2008 in Business
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::Wendy:: responded on 02 Jun 2008 at 11:56 pm #
They were still there on 30th June.
I like them.
Imagine if Jacksons too stooped to only ‘perfect-looking’ mannequins, the normal ‘Stepford-wives’ style of decidedly underwieght fashion-image of the day models. Hoorah for Jacksons, protecting their cutomers from unrealistic ideals or molly-coddling, they really are the cutting-edge of quality.
Mrs Pouncer responded on 03 Jun 2008 at 12:56 am #
Mr Brady, you are a milksop. There was nothing “chilling” about the mannequins, and nothing Victorian, either. I suspect that, like most youngsters, you have been brought up to believe that all mannequins, dressmakers’ dummies and bustforms possess powers of corruption. This is a story told by mothers to sons in a vain attempt to keep them from applying to the London College of Fashion after leaving school. All mothers pray that their sons will become plumbers. That is their tragedy. Cordially yours, Mrs Pouncer, a mother.
Matt Brady responded on 09 Jun 2008 at 3:49 am #
Wendy: Jacksons is certainly unique (and I mean that in a positive way). I think the mannequins are also perfect-looking, only some of them look a little creepy, too
Matt Brady responded on 09 Jun 2008 at 3:58 am #
Mrs Pouncer: I had to look that one up (milksop, that is). You’ve chosen an interesting way to pounce on my remarks…