A dated wig shop displays mannequin heads that sit in quiet formation, their painted eyes fixed in an unblinking gaze. Carefully styled wigs rest atop their heads, each face frozen in an expression that feels almost too poised, too knowing. The makeup is heavy, bordering on theatrical, giving each face an unnerving sharpness. The soft lighting casts subtle shadows, hinting at a quiet presence within the otherwise lifeless display. There's something about the way they all seem to be watching—patiently, expectantly—that lingers in the mind long after you've looked away.