Friday, August 13, 2004
club monaco
a few days ago, i went to eaton centre shopping for a new fall jacket. i didn't necessarily need one, but i merely wanted one.
as i walked passed by club monaco, the sight shocked me. and i still can't quite put it into words. [i tried yesterday nite trying to describe it to my sister.] the mannequins were all organized in such a systematic manner that i couldn't help but notice it resembled a lot like an female army of mannequins. they had no identity. each one of them were the same. there was no individuality. sure, each one had a different outfit, but if these mannequins could talk, they would be the same.
i suggest you to walk by eaton centre before somebody tells them how horrible the sight is.
i managed to find a picture--resembling the one i found at eaton centre--though:
creepy.
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