FALL WINTER 19/20
Snow, Ecru, Leather
A soft white light fills the underpass. Outside, the platforms lay under two feet of snow, with piles in the corners exposed to the wind, placed there to make you think of the cold, without the need of words. He stands in a beige quilted-panelled shearling coat. It seems he isn’t in a hurry. An old 2-stroke is dripping rust on the sidewalk. They come down the stairs and wait in front of a expanded metal mesh, both wearing a slate brown lambskin shearling coat and a contrast checkered zip up shirt. The Red Line runs every 15 minutes.