Little Fanny is not her name

Paper dolls, those simple old school objects of childhood games, cling to my memory like their dresses on their delicate cardboard bodies attached by a fragile paper link. They make me think about outgrowing our own childhood and how remembrance becomes vintage as storage years accumulate. Maybe what I am trying to express is what paper dolls would say about themselves; maybe they think their entertaining purpose was replaced by old memories and collector's bids.

Little Fanny stands on a shelf, uncut, undressed, unused, making her existence futile to her own cause. I want to see them molded around their own frames, change outfits and play.

(This is a short stop motion video I made)