Asian Mannequin
An Asian mannequin on Hollywood Boulevard. Follow me on Instagram for more photos from my life in L.A.
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Blue Mannequin
A blue backyard mannequin in Lake Balboa. Follow me on Instagram for more photos from my life in L.A.
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Man's Ruin
A tattooed mannequin in a Hollywood storefront. Follow me on Instagram for more photos from my life in L.A.
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Hey Girl
I took this photo recently at the “John Waters: Pope of Trash” exhibit at the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures (see: “A Dirty Shame.”) Follow me on Instagram for more scenes from my life in Los Angeles.
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Single Mannequin
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Mannequins
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Serendipity
I had to drive across town this morning for an appointment, and on my way there, I drove past Trashy Lingerie, a Los Angeles institution when it comes to members-only lingerie stores. In any case, it was still dark when I drove by the first time, so I made a mental note to drive past it again on my return. By the time I returned, it was no longer dark out, and there was a woman out front. She was surrounded by several boxes and various mannequin parts. I got out of the car and took several photographs, including this one of the torso and head of a mannequin supine on a box. I’ve been taking photos of mannequins for over 20 years. They’re easier to photograph than humans. They don’t move when you go to shoot them.
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NoHo Mannequin
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Don't Wake Me, I'm Dreaming
A shot from my Instagram. A topless mannequin in the window in Magnolia Park.
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Scream
A recent shot from my Instagram featuring a mannequin and the mountains.
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Turn and Burn
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My latest newsletter is out. This week’s edition features job interviews, adult diapers, and a literary pilgrimage.
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Before the world changed, I went into an adult store in West Hollywood, and I started talking to the guy behind the counter. We had a conversation about a high-tech chastity belt device for men that I was thinking about writing about. At a certain point during the conversation, he pulled up his shirt and pointed out that he was wearing an adult diaper.
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Single
A photo from my Instagram feed. Taken on Hollywood Boulevard. 2002 or so.
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The Burning World
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My latest newsletter is live. Read it here. Subscribe here. In this week’s edition, I traipse through a legendary cemetery, reveal the billions of unique visitors adult tube sites get, and explore my mannequin fetish.
An excerpt:
“It feels like going to Las Vegas, but not leaving the house, and instead of trying to win money, you’re trying to win a man. So you keep pulling the lever. And the little icons keep swirling by. So far you haven’t hit it big. What’s one more pull?”
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Single
Single Mannequin, Hollywood, CA | Photo credit: Susannah Breslin
I took this photo years ago, while walking on Hollywood Boulevard. She was in repose, her arm aloft and hand holding a sign that read SINGLE. I stuck my hand through the metal grate and took some photos. Her other arm was lying next to her. I can no longer remember if she had a head. The store was abandoned. Had someone created the tableaux as a joke? Or had she done it herself, hoping someone would see her? Maybe one day some male mannequin would stumble upon the scene and extract her from the window.
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23 Likes, 2 Comments - Susannah Breslin (@susannahbreslin) on Instagram
There are many mannequins in Los Angeles. This one appears to have the feels.