Within the world’s first “curtainwall” building, its owners have denigrated this space to storage of neglected mannequins appearing to seek-out the pleasures of each others’ company in their hallowed setting.
These five friendly ladies may or may not know each other, but they are happily basking and talking among themselves, with notable diversions of attention toward a macho man.
Their daddy, declared on a balloon to be a firefighter, appears to be off-duty, driving the kids around with an SOS for a higher source of spiritual assistance in case of an accident.
A girl with curly hair in a pretty, floral dress attracts the boys in the woods with a flirtatious smile.
Within a medieval, impossibly narrow street leaning in, four young boys enjoy the comfortable scale, harmoniously positioned among themselves in sculptural poses for their long discussion.
A sense of magnificent spirituality in the event’s formality is enhanced by a glorious, enormous sculpture of Moses looming over them, asserting an even higher power.
Three little ones seem both contented and curious about what’s going on outside. The purity of their tiny pink faces and the soft silhouette of a face in the curtain provide relief from the harsh red window frames.
Wendt 