If an extraterrestrial landed in Ann Arbor and decided to forgo a visit to the president in favor of checking out Briarwood mall, I’d imagine him or her to be particularly perplexed by the mannequins strewn about the stores. It’s fascinating to wonder how the human behavior could have evolved from hunting and gathering food to survive into constructing artificial versions of ourselves to adorn with clothing and accessories deemed appropriate for a short period of time to inform consumers at large of exactly what they should be spending their money on. Imagine how many mannequins a person passes by in a single shopping trip. Imagine how long it takes a single mannequin to be dressed, posed, and positioned. The world of mannequins is an expansive one, perhaps deserving of a second look.
Mannequins with no faces. Identical in every way except for dress.

 Mannequins with expressions deemed appropriate.

  Ghostlike torsos with purses.
 It’s fashionable to be disfigured.

 Provocative mannequin. I’d estimate 8/10 Americans can name the store it was photographed. Now that’s impressive brand imaging.

 A gang of sorts, pressuring the passerby to come in and buy cheap skirts and belts.

 The only male mannequin interesting enough to photograph. Unlike all the females he gets to sit in a chair. Then again, perhaps it’s because he has a handicap.

 The hair and facial detail of these mannequins is commendable. I especially admire the negative body language (arms crossed in discomfort) of the mannequin in front. Posing all day in expensive clothing too strenuous?

 You decide.