Au Au, why do they hurt me so much

I've been to quite a few countries anyway. What me into Thailand striking is the mistreatment, abuse of the mannequins on the side of the road. From the factory they are provided with a screaming open mouth, while you certainly don't hear the Thai very loudly in the audience.

By the way, they don't really look like Thai, but rather a Thai version of a Farang. The men with a thick dark beard, the women with perky awl breasts, fifties style. Regardless of the sex, embellished with an exuberant color palette.

There they stand, staring straight ahead. They'd better watch out for all the dangers. In addition to the decorations, whether or not applied by the factory, almost all of them have terrible wounds, clearly under the treatment of amateur doctors' assistants. Most are sent back out onto the street with a piece of tape to hold the pieces together. Few mannequins come out of battle unscathed.

And yet no sick pay for these mannequins. After some patchwork, they are again decked out with the best and latest variations on the Hugo Boss or Vivian Westwood theme. Who sees them and who sees their suffering?

Text and photos: Francois Eyck

The rich culture of mannequins in Thailand can be seen here.