I’m a street photographer who likes to document the interesting details of life. I was walking around Chinatown and saw a huge shelf of mannequins in a barbershop. Mannequins are often displayed as ideal human bodies—as models for clothing and jewelry. However, with no emotions showing, those same pale mannequins have creepy, sinister, unnerving, and artificial air surrounding them. My eyes were attracted to the mannequins’ beautiful colour saturation of the hair and lips under the golden hour of sunlight. But, such beauty ultimately belongs to two plastic heads without souls. By photographing their faces and hair without their eyes, it reveals their emotionless and soulless nature. The attractive plastic lips and artificial hair represent a superficial perfection, but they are still fake, indifferent, and cold.