Hanged, Wrapped & Starved

The carpeted floors are uneven. They creak and threaten to break with every step. Yet it’s this upper level I love. Often devoid of people, or at least everybody seems to remain quiet. Industrial size fans line the walls. They silence any murmuring. Though their job is to cool the oven, as sun beams through the large windows and against the iron roof.

My favourite sections are the dolls and the clothing. The dolls and plush toys range from modern and chirpy to ancient and unsettling. Discarded through progress and neglected with age.

The clothing is different to any store or wardrobe. It’s difficult to imagine where much of it came from. There’s a whole section just for denim. Maid uniforms hanging from the rafters upon mannequin torsos seemed to share a moment with me.