As a flaneur and creator, I frequently collect unused items from the streets in London, which always show another side of society in a negative shape. Among all the clothes seen on the street, baby clothes tend to be thrown away in the most concentrated and large quantities by people in one go. This phenomenon could be due to the fact that baby clothes represent a stage of life for newborns that is no longer reciprocated at all.
Perhaps the newborn is not limited to a growing child in the physical sense, but rather, the individual renewal that occurs when each person is confronted with a new environment is regarded as a new birth.
If the baby clothes that have been discarded once and for all are grafted onto us and into our living environment, can we also reaffirm the courage and strength of our new life?