... of clothes, shadows, ropes and air. What luck with the tweezers, they hold the clothes, shadows, ropes and air with a steady hand. That’s luck for us. What would become of us without the shelter of these clothes, the suggestions of these shadows, the fluttering of...
The shirt, so formal, on its hanger, so discreet, behind the window or the curtain. The sweatshirt, so casual, sitting on the edge, with her hands inside to prevent not falling off. The shirt, dispassionate, reproaches so much informality: It's not nice to sit on the...
It is the air that is hanging up to dry. Under cover. What does the air do where there is no air? The air doesn't always like to be in the air. It also likes shelter. It doesn't always want to be at the mercy of...
Everything matches: bed clothes, towel, sleepwear, ...