Street art, the ephemeral results of creativity meant to distract, amuse and maybe mislead passers by. The mannequins changed everyday, they looked and gaped at passers by, laughed at them.
Sometimes a story was told.One had to come back and look for it. I don't know whether the dancer finally fell off the roof. The fire looked pretty real. After two days the police stationed a car there to stop people from calling the firebrigade. the manequins arrived late, after two days o smoke coming oout of the building