It takes time to build a wardrobe. Time to find clothes that fit, to develop a style, to readjust as fashions and bodies change, to choose an outfit. Tasks made fraught by shifting sizes, silhouttes and body norms.
Money is spent over. New clothes bought, worn clothes thrown out, clothes that no longer fit given away or taking up space. In the garage, the cellar, the bowels of a ship destined for an African landfill or the back of the wardrobe, taunting. Hearts and wallets bleed for money and time that could have been spent on something else.
Tears flow in frustration at a piece too small, too scratchy, too sexy, too old, too masculine, too feminine, too much. Inappropriate. Tears flow in joy for the right piece at the right time. White satin, white lace, black silk, black leather, a tassel or a mortar board. If it fits. Your body. Your wallet. Society’s expectations.
time, money & tears is a photographic dip into one woman’s current wardrobe, and all that it represents.