Many of the dolls in the museum were of the Anne Of Green Gables’ freckled variety (my distilled aesthetic anathema) or frilly Victoriana. I deigned not to photograph these as they bore me to death. Others, haphazardly displayed or so it seemed were wackier, and unintentionally hilarious.
Dolls are lifeless but alive; kitschy ( in perfume, YSL Baby Doll, Rochas Poupee, the Gwen Stefani series ; I have smelled none of the eight Barbie perfumes nor the niche house Dolls, but they are generally sweet and lacey); this slight but fey (and rather sinister, like the Hair Museum in Kyoto) place passed thirty minutes amusingly; curiously.
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Victorian Chucky with eastern eyes. And a touch of South Sea!
Love the woven one.
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This post was sheer torture to put up on my phone – it took hours
I am sure it was torture as here were lots of photos.
Love the photos! Interesting dolls.