Killing time between meeting a student and heading over to the reception at school, I headed into our nearby Barnes and Noble, where I (somehow – it’s sort of a blur right now) wound up staring uncomfortably at a magazine designed for people who like to make clothes for their dolls. Like really insanely detailed clothes, and doll-sized shoes and purses, too.
After the reception, Isabel and I started talking about Hans Bellmer, which again brought up the idea of dolls. Honestly, I’m a lot more comfortable with his fucked up dolls than I am with the squeaky clean, this-is-just-a-hobby! dolls from the magazine, but whatever.
And then, just now, I happened across this blog:
I’m beyond confused, but kind of in love with it.