Along the sopping Streets the faces of the mannequins , now anthropomorphic ,return the evidence of an anonymous life, where everything is becoming impersonal.

Even shopping, a place that has always been a place of encounter and relationship.Sociality erased, relationships reduced to pure exchange.

The gaze-less mannequins are the mirror of a life, of a reality that seems to have lost meaning.

Perhaps even the will to seek it.These faces return the reflection of people and things.

Sometimes distorted, sometimes real.

As if to call attention to what is beyond appearances....While everything flows in search of a normality.

But what is normal ?

What lingers is the need for a look. on our life