Caroline is a Realdoll made in 2004 by Abyss Creations.
Her body collapsed internally, but in 2009 I obtained a compatible replacement, pre-owned but in good condition, a two-hour drive from where I live in southern England.
“I think he was frightfully good as a doctor or psychologist or something because he didn’t do anything at all. He made me sit down in a chair and got a couple of cups of tea from the wardroom and gave me a cigarette and started talking about himself.”
— from Requiem for a Wren by Nevil Shute, 1955. See my review of the book.
After I glued her mouth closed, a doll owner in France brought to my attention that she resembled the actress Emmanuelle Béart. Subsequently I made her mouth less wide and the resemblance was lost.
I used this old television camera tripod as a doll stand before I obtained a purpose made stand.
We chanced upon the American car club gathering during filming for a television station in Germany.
When the dusk begins to grip the streets, the commandos come out of their hiding and head for their respective theatres. The top operators wander along the edges of Hyde Park and past Grosvenor House. There are dark-eyed French girls in the eddies along Bond Street, but most of them are in and around Piccadilly.
— Written by 1st Lieutenant Bert Stiles, USAAF, shortly before he was killed at the age of 24 flying a P-51 Mustang on a bomber escort mission to Germany.