They look, they just look. You don’t know if they´re waiting. You don’t even know what they’re looking at. But they’re looking with a blind eye. Lurking. As they’re airing through the window slit out, they lurk and fret. If I stop, they defy; If I look at them, they challenge; if I hurry...
These T-shirts, put this way on, have an air of pose. Male models, teen pop group...
In the foreground, clothes washed to dry At the bottom...
Solitude allows shamelessness that the most intimate company forbids. This man who lives alone can to walk around the house dressed this way, just with his unbuttoned shirt and underpants. Triple release The shirt, which is released from being tight and invisible by the jacket plus the...
If it was up to me, I would not wash beach clothes. If it was up to me, I would wash my bathing suit right well with sea water to remove the sands from it. Nothing else. If it was up to me, I would just...