There's a mystery around town in the form of corduroy-wrapped mannequins. My first sighting didn't phase me, but then I spotted another in a different part of town and it seemed a very unlikely coincidence. That's when I decided to make a little project out of it—a photo diary of these strange occurrences. Check out these pictures of the four I've spotted and post a comment if you've seen any others that I've missed. Chances are we might have a prize for anyone who can crack this case.
Azalea in Hayes Valley
Fire Escape in Union Square
If the economic tempest in which our nation presently finds itself prompts a tidal wave of shopping guilt, here’s a simple tactic to curb your impulse-buying urges: keep your mitts to yourself. And we’re not talking about the ones intended for use with an oven (if that’s the kind of thing you’re into). We’re talking about your hands. Touching, it seems, may increase your likelihood of purchasing.