A man is sitting at the end of a bench in a park. He is reading some paperwork.
He put his briefcase next to him.
A slow change is coming into the picture: the left panel of his jacket appears from under the upper leg and falls down bit by bit (zoom in on the motion of the cloth).
The boy hung this way out of the window while I was passing,
exactly below the towel.
As if he wanted to feel how it is to hang like a towel.
I took the pictures the moment the women were taking another good look at the piece of cloth they had chosen. Most of the time they unfolded the piece completely and spreaded it wide open to check it on design, thickness, elasticity and width.
If it was going to be a pair of trousers then they held the piece against their legs. Should it become a blouse they pressed the piece up against the chest. Often they clipped it between their chin and chest and stretched the piece with outstretched arms to look if it fitted entirely on the body.
About how a piece of cloth can express the power of the body.
Why this woman is wearing a newspaper on her head, I don’t know. She obviously had a good reason, because she kept on doing it for a long time. I should have filmed it.
Pages that waft up and down in the wind.