Discarded Intimacy

This discarded clothes project of mine have finally caught on to my other friends. One of my lovely housemates came hoem from his walk tonight and told me that he found a shirt hanging on a fence on Harefield Road. I was getting ready to go to bed, but I really should stick to the label of obsessive collector that I bestowed upon myself. So I grabbed my jacket, camera, and spray paint and went out to get it. There was no way I could use chalk on that Fence. So I sprayed it a bit, just to leave the telltale mark that something was there. Shhhh.. don’t tell anyone. It was a bit damp. I wonder if the kid who left it got too hot during the day and just took it off? This reminds me of the baby jacket I found in Greenwich tunnel. Do people just take their clotehs off pon the street and leave them there? I really don’t understand sometimes. I get it when I find a scarf or one half of a pair of gloves on the street, someone probably dropped it, but jackets? Shirts? Shoes? Bra strap?
Update: When I started analyzing it I turned the sweater the right way around (it was inside out) and found that it is a Brockley Primary School sweater. Cute! Age5/6. Looks very worn and torn.
Found some fibers that look like curly dog hair on it. White and black.