This frame was one of those taken on instinct—no tripod, no second thoughts, just a camera pointed through a pane of glass and a question forming even before I pressed the shutter: which one is the mannequin? The scene unfolds in a boutique window and interior where light, reflection, and posture blur the lines between display and presence. The mannequin on the right is dressed in earth tones, her boots absurdly plush, almost cartoonish. She’s poised with deliberate stillness, sculpted as expected. But it’s the figure just beyond her, partially obscured, that catches the eye. Upright, still, backlit—almost mimicking her. You could pass by and assume they’re both props, frozen…