PLASTIC BEAUTY
Perfect bodies. Flawless skin. Perhaps a little too perfect to be real.
What are you really looking at?
Beauty? Desire? Perfection? A woman?
Or simply plastic?
They never age.
Their skin has no scars, no wrinkles, no imperfections.
Their bodies are designed to attract our eyes — perfect, polished, perhaps even a little too perfect.
But what are we really attracted to?
The body itself, or the clothes, the objects and the desires it was created to sell?
These are not AI-generated images.
They are photographs of real shop-window mannequins.
THE BEAUTY OF PLASTIC
They never age. Their skin has no scars, no wrinkles, no imperfections.
Their bodies are designed to attract our eyes, perfect, polished, perhaps even a little too perfect.
But what are we really attracted to? The body itself, or the clothes, the objects and the desires it was created to sell?
These are not AI-generated images.
They are photographs of real shop-window mannequins.
THE BEAUTY OF PLASTIC
They never age. Their skin has no scars, no wrinkles, no imperfections.
Their bodies are designed to attract our eyes — perfect, polished, perhaps even a little too perfect.
But what are we really attracted to? The body itself, or the clothes, the objects and the desires it was created to sell?
These are not AI-generated images.
They are photographs of real shop-window mannequins.
But there's more than plastic.
Real faces. Distant places. Different stories.