Someone should check in on the TravisMathew mannequin at the Mall of America. Is he OK?
I recently spotted him — let's call him Steve — in the storefront of the high-end performance apparel store. His midsection was bloated, but not in a run-of-the-mill dad bod sort of way. It appeared as though Steve had either shoved a watermelon up his T-shirt, was suffering from an unknown liver condition or was with child.
"It caught me off guard," agreed Tyler Igou of Apple Valley, who was with his wife pushing their 1-year-old in a stroller at the mall.
If the intent was to create a more plausible likeness of the average American male body, Igou suggested the mannequin manufacturer could have distributed Steve's weight more evenly and given him a huskier build. "Maybe they tried, and it fell flat," he offered.
But that might be a generous assumption. To me, this attempt didn't seem in the vein of the body positivity trend that has led to curvy (and usually female) mannequins and models I've seen at retailers like Target and Athleta.
Those decisions to broaden representation are appreciated by consumers like me because they show us how clothes fit on real bodies. And if the models are donning sports bras and bike shorts, it brings home the notion that women of any physical shape can work out and look great.
In contrast, Steve is bestowed no such dignity. Beside him, two trim mannequins exude the elevated, California-inspired aesthetic that the lifestyle brand is known for, including crisp ballcaps, $90 polos layered with lightweight hoodies, and sockless sneakers. You could see these mannequins hanging out together in Malibu with their kombuchas and chocolate labs.
But Steve wears a schlubby T-shirt that reads: "Someone give me a beer." A phrase on the back of the shirt apparently is the hangover talking: "Never drinking again."