Sunday

Call Me

I walked into my favourite junk store, Ross' Relics, and there she was, tucked away in a room full of vintage tools and telephones. One of her arms rested against the wall behind, perfectly reaching up between her own legs. It seemed just too easy to make the scene even more suggestive by slinging a phone cord over her shoulder and letting the mouth-piece drape low. Telephone sex line? Hermaphrodite? Phallic fantasy? The interpretations are open, but one thing's for sure — I can't get Blondie's "Call Me" and Richard Gere in American Gigolo out of my head!

3 comments:

Kerry Betty said...

Fantastic,you have taken you maniquins to another level!!

Kerriann said...

This image is so powerful. Together with the title, it hits you BANG like a brick through the head. Immediate impact.

Susan S. said...

I agree with kerry betty! These aren't your average mannequin photos, that's for sure!

I love the lights and darks, especially the hand creeping up the wall out of the shadow below. The first thought that came to mind was "Provocative and evocative, all at the same time."