Discarded Intimacy

Walking home from Goldsmiths one night towards Brockley I saw a mound of something dark at the base of a tree on the pavement on Millmark Grove. I went over and I saw that it was a jacket. Who would drop a jacket there. I took out my spray paint and marked the outline of the jacket and took pictures. The jacket left an interesting ghost shaped outline over the tree and on the pavement. The ghost of the jacket, remained behind after it is taken away. After I packed up my gear, a few steps ahead there was a furry hat on the ground! Maybe they are owned by the same owner? Shedding his or her clothes in the heat of passion and just forgotten about them? Well, that’s my theory anyway. I took them both, of course. When I got home , I looked at them more closely and I found out that the jacket is a jacket for children (’Vintage Size, 7/8years’ it says on the label)