I am writing this article anonymously, at a dangerous moment in academia where students and faculty are censored, doxxed, blacklisted, and threatened for taking a public stance on Israel’s illegal occupation of Palestine.
Our apartment feels like a museum, not for lack of life lived –as marks on the wall from shoes tossed off after nights out where we carry each other would indicate– but because it has been curated in her image.
A Museum of Mannequins: A Study of Mimicry considers New York City spaces that are traditionally and newly seen as commercial by raising the oddities of inconspicuous spaces' grandeur.