Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Wednesday, October 22, 2008: On the Street...Tailored Tee, Paris

Somewhere nearby, someone is doing the laundry.
I smell the powder and suds on the wind.
All the clotheslines have vanished,
but they’ve left a phantom fragrance.
It’s up to you to hear the clothes flapping
like a white sail, a rug being shaken over a balcony,
a paintbrush’s first contact with a wall,
the muffled thwap spattering your face
with coloured punctuation marks.


  1. Before I found your blog I only rarely looked at the Sartorialist photos. You make me the photos so much better.

  2. I'd have to say that your poem is more inspired than the photo!

  3. I am awestruck at this one. Please, please...consider putting these in a collection.

  4. Found your place through la belette rouge. Very groovy idea and the poems are wonderful.

  5. Thanks, readers. Welcome, Randal! Thanks for the comments.

  6. this one is incredible!

    la belette rouge is so right! i had stopped dropping by the sartorialist...and now, because of your work, i'm a regular once again!

    the power of The Storialist : )


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