For the two years before my grandmother died, she occupied the room across from mine in my childhood home. This print hung next to the door to her closet. I remember trying to give each of these women equal time. They reminded me of Polly Pockets - smaller and less relevant than Barbie, with tantalizing toothpick arms and rigid plastic skirts. I preferred the women who took on the sill, standing right on top, fully framed, chest-out, spread-eagle, marking their spot. It was like a political commentary, or a death wish, or a bid to flaunt something more artistic and complex than their bodies. Whatever that was.
Ormond Gigli, Girls in the Windows, 1960
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