I thought it might be a little man. But there’s one onesie, So no, it's a son and his father, who walk down the street holding hands, and when they're at home they go out onto the balcony to...
Absolute. Windows being recycled into clotheslines. Plastic bags being recycled into birthday party balloons on the street. Happy Birthday!...
To dry. And if we´ll have to wait, what better way to wait than sitting quietly, each one in her own chair, in a calm and relaxed conversation, sunbathing. Unhurriedly. How envious the mistress of these clothes would be. How much she would like to join...
... 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...
