The dolls, the undead

The dolls, the undead

The dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all

"The puppet master is always dusted with a little darkness. In direct relation to his skill he propagates the most bewildering enigmas for, the more lifelike his marionettes, the more godlike his manipulations and the more radical the symbiosis between inarticulate doll and articulating fingers. The puppeteer speculates in a no-mans-limbo between the real and that which, although we know very well it is not, nevertheless seems to be real. He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.

The master of marionettes vitalizes inert stuff with the dynamics of his self. The sticks dance, make love, pretend to speak and, finally, personate death; yet, so many Lazaruses out of their graves they spring again in time for the next performance and no worms drip from their noses nor dust clogs their eyes. All complete, they once again offer their brief imitations of men and women with an exquisite precision which is all the more disturbing because we know it to be false; and so this art, if viewed theologically, may, perhaps, be subtly blasphemous.”

-- The Loves of Lady Purple, [short story], Fireworks: Nine Profane Pieces, by Angela Carter

Model: DDDomini
Stylist: Caroline Cream
Make-up Artist & Hair Stylist: Aneta Lozkova
Art director, photographer and retouching: Mr. Muliebris, New Zealand
Producer: Dan Hostettler Photography at Photostudioprague and Ivana Cermakova

Czech Republic


17 Feb 2021