My job is to make sure that the mannequins at the Burberry behave. They call me The Bar.
My task, quite simply, is to define the demarcation between the female mannequin on the first floor from her male counterpart on the second floor.
Usually, my challenge is to separate the two on their attempts at sensuality: she inviting, he confident.
But this last month my job was discomfited by the sexuality of the female mannequin selected. Her aggressive, but relaxed, posture, her gently pouty mouth, even the splay of her fingers seemed a bit much for the gentleman on the second floor.
As I struggled to define spaces for the two of them, I wondered if she was aware of him, too. And does she enjoy being peeped upon?
Then I asked myself, Was he more than peeping? Was he interested in being a suitor? Had they experienced each other before? His hesitant posture and my attempts at stern demarcation suggested “no” to the last question but perhaps “yes” to the first two.
As The Bar, I needed to ascertain their relative positions? She’s a class act, after all she fronts for Burberry. But he’s no slouch. He works there, too . . . no less in a tuxedo.
Will they jump the bar or won’t they?
I‘m guessing that the cloud reflections mimic the turmoil of their decision-making.
And if they do, what does that lead to?