Discarded Intimacy

After a really terrible presentation of this project on Monday, I was determined to make this a better project and to discover more clothes. To do that I have decided that I will spend some tme everyday to walk around and look for discarded clothes. Today I decided to go to the most commercial area of London: Oxford Stree, Bond Street and Tottenham Court Rd. I walked for hours around this area, including exploring all the back streets, alleys and other streets that are connected to these ones, and after around one and a half hour of walking around without finding anything I was ready to give up. And then I saw a pair of gloves outside a building that looks like it was under construction or renovation on Stratford Place (just by Bond St tube station). Thgey were work gloves, I think. You know. the type with rubber palms. They were thrown out and were soaked in dirty water. I did not have any plastic bag on me and at that moment I thought that work gloves do not count since they are not something people wear everyday. I thought of them more like a tool to complete a job. Something that was essential for your work, that you wouldn’t have worn on another occasion. With that lame thinking in mind (plus the fact that they were really filthy and wet) I left the gloves, thinking that I would be able to find other things. However, a couple of hours and a couple of blistered feet later I was still with empty hands. Nothing! The streets were so clean! Everywhere I looked there was always someone cleaning the streets. Feeling the frustration, I to the tube on Bond st to go home. In the tube I started thing about the gloves, and how even though they are only used for working, they were once a part of someone’s personal belonging that were worn on a part of his/her body. And after mentally kicking myself, I got off the next stop and started heading back to Bond st station to look for the gloves. The problem was that I did not remember where the street was. OUtside the station I just got confused. Should I turn right? or left? or walk straiht ahead acorss the road? I couldn’t decide. So I decided to just folow all teh route I remembered taking. After another hour of walkinga round I still did not find the damn thing! Can yo believe that?? By that time my feet were ready to give out, so I started walking abck to the station agian. And you know what? In front of the station I looked across the street and I saw the street I’ve been looking for! So I went there and manged to find not only one pair of gloves but two! Well.. at least my extra effort paid off! Took pictures of both, drew a yellow mark around one and left. I put them in a fancy paper bag I found nearby.