There is a still strangeness to mannequins. When we see them in store windows we relate to them in terms of how their clothing fits and how those clothes may fit us but little else. There is almost always a distant neutrality to them. It's as if they are designed to be emotionally disconnected from us and any other mannequins with which the window is shared, regardless of what mood the lighting, background scenery and accessory props are striving to convey. Through all the research, no reclined, interactive poses among mannequins could be found. In my career, I've spent a fair number of years in the figure building industry for both fine art studios and purveyors of museum dioramas. Those figures can be hugely expensive and time consuming and most generally involve life casting real people. This project would have neither that sort of time or budget.
After seeing her mate's brutal butchery only her head and neck required the same savage sort of persuasion in order for her to return such salacious sentiment. When the two seemed sufficiently smitten, they were recessed a couple of inches into their foam block(mattress) to not only create the illusion of a weight unbeknownst to their hollow bodies but, also to allow a fully assembled clearance through NYC tunnels.
The pillow and comforter were styled with the figures in position and hard coated in the same manner with successive misting coats so as not to weigh down the look of the fabrics and then more heavily coated, knowing that fabric was stiff enough to maintain it's intended shapes.