Mannequin Lolita

I love mannequins. Not only do they stay perfectly still when I photograph them, but shop window reflections can bring them to life in wonderfully surreal ways. This series shows a transformation. From a hidden object of desire, the female mannequin is slowly infused with the reflected trees – takes life – until she becomes the liberated Lolita at the end. The male mannequin, arrogantly sexual at the start, cannot contain her. He ends up imprisoned, a giant trapped. None of these pictures have been double exposed or manipulated in any way. They are reflections that caught my eye as I walked the streets of London and Brighton.