I walked the streets of Barcelona day and night. I was amazed by all the clothes people left next to garbage containers. I collected them. I washed them. I embroidered my memories of the city in the pockets. Now I am selling them. All the money will go to the people living on the street. I can choose my homelessness. They can't.
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Pocket Memory Nomadic Village, France (2013)
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