Jane: What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it! Give me those pictures. You can’t photograph people like that.
Thomas: Who says I can’t? I’m only doing my job. Some people are bullfighters, some people are politicians. I’m a photographer. Blowup 1966
Haven’t had a mannequin on a house for a while. She’s no Dennis Lillee. The blowup shows an odd creature. What’s the deal with the face? And the hair?



I guess we’ll have to wait for Cookster to return from his southern sojourn to find out if that’s Jungle Jane.
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I assume this is on the northern side of Grand Prom, being the eastern corridor’s Mason-Dixon Line.
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This would be possibly Bedford.
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Another nude without nipples. A rather odd trend emerging?
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Odd, and disturbing, shazza. This, this, and even this are much more like it.
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Thanks for that Snuff. I was starting to feel like a mutant freak.
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Let’s not start in on all that again. I can’t bear the controversy.
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Ahhhh, my sweet pretty thing…
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I was expecting to hear from Full Bush’s owner (master?). Come on! Students right?
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