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BLOGMETENDAL DCLXCIV: It’s a girl.

Pink jumper, yes. The colour that was a man's colour until the 20th century. But also the yellow jumper. That daring, rare colour. Sometimes indiscreet, sometimes garish, sometimes shrill. The colour of childhood, usually feminine. As we grow up, yellow becomes grey or black. But who...

BLOGMETENDAL DCCXLIV: Useless

A useless clothesline folded on a balcony with useless ropes. Perhaps only the towel is necessary. Poor towel, thrown on the railing, laid on the handrail. It was thrown away, and maybe it wants to throw itself away. If this towel was people...

BLOGMETENDAL DCLXCIII: Basic.

I have to ask a psychologist why it is that I always picture people dressed in the clothes hanging on the clothesline. In this case only three pieces. One for the feet. The naked woman, I don't know if in front of the mirror or...

BLOGMETENDAL DCLXCII: Unveiled.

A clothesline as tidy as this one, according to the canon which says that the small clothes go behind the big ones to hide them from indiscreet eyes. It looks like a family clothesline; the whole family sitting happily on a swing. Cuddling and laughing....

BLOGMETENDAL DCLXCI: After the meal.

When the meal was over, the towel went out on the balcony to have a cup of coffee for dessert. He is no longer a smoker. But he still hangs over the balustrade watching people pass....