No, that's not the cost, it's the title. Obviously, you spotted that. Here's a print (above) and it's variations, created from photos taken this year and last. I've grown fond of the mannequins I photographed 18 months ago in Kentish Town. The shop no longer exists, but I wonder if the dummies live on in another display? I like the absence of wigs on the males, which lends a slightly sinister air to the child especially. I wonder...is our fascination with mannequins a reflection of the way they mirror us but in a deadened, soulless form...as if to symbolise the way we all sometimes feel robbed of our humanity by a world that would prefer us to be so easily contained and controlled in society?