She stood there bit confused. No, not confused. Dissapointed. The morning was too amazing to believe. She woke up alone, just her cat was sleeping in the basket. And now she stands in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the world she doesn´t know and doesn´t wanna know. She has to be here, with people who don´t know Erik Satie. But that doesn´t matter. Nothing matters.
This is a transexual who spent the last coins she had on washing and drying the fantastic outfits she chose to wear to her transgender lover's apartment for the secret weekend they were planning.
When she returned to the laundry matt, she'd found all her clothes stolen. The service clerk explained it was her Catholic bible-thumping mother who stole her clothes to foil everything.
The light switch above is in the on position, but that's only the left over trace of hope indicating the transexual's plans for freedom are now ruined. Her power has been cut by a source she cannot reach either mentally or spiritually -her mother.
As she stares on, nothing crosses her mind. As she waits, nobody comes. As she tries to turn off the light, her light, and walk into the light of the heavens above, she gives up and keeps waiting for a man cruel enough to turn it off for her.
My interpretation. I really see sadness and despair in this picture. I don't know why, but I do.
She stretches her arms, the day is over, and she's glad working at the laundromat is hard work. She's the last one to leave and that means she has to turn out the lights, an annoying job to do. She makes at face at the light switch hanging up there taunting the length of her arms. She walks over the the washing machines, she peers inside one of them for a second, she sees someone has forgot a single sock, she imagines if they will be frustrated in the morning about it being missing, she feels bad for the person with the missing sock, she also wonders how the sock feels, being left, if it was her she would feel so lonely. She lets her mind wander and the remembers that stupid light switch she curses it's high place on the wall to hell, then places her hands gently on the washers, she hoists herself onto one, she's afraid that one might fall over or cave in if she moves anymore, and considers getting down , but she remembers the Maytag commercial and feels better. She sits up on her knees and the washer makes a hollow sound she looks down and sighs, she's not going to fall she tells herself. She reaches forward to the light switch and flicks it down. The lights flicker off, one by one. She smiles to herself and hops off the washer. The yellow glow of steet lights are the only thing lighting the laundromat. She picks her purse off of the bench and leaves the laundromat, but she forgets to lock the door. That night someone steals all the day's earnings, which was about fourty dollars and twenty cents. The next day she is fired. She blames the light switch.
la premiere chose a laquelle cette photo m'as fait penser c'est que la femme n'est plus une femme. Avec les droits qu'on a eu et la nouvelle tecnologie, elle ne fait plus la lessive a la main, elle s'habille de facon masculine. Son regard il est fier, aujourd'hui en france c'est les filles qui draguent les garcons. Est-ce que ca c'est mieux? Les femmes elles se sentent vraiment mieux? Je sais pas.
Tres belles photo en tout cas et c'est tres interessant de lire ce que ca a provoque' chez les autres
C'est au Canada... et malheureusement en France les filles ne draguent pas encore les mecs !
Sinon comme histoire, je vois une grosse machine, avec un interrupteur, un regard de femme fier... quand les femmes appuieront sur le bouton, et que la machine se mettra en marche, il ne fera pas bon être un homme
I think it means that women want to "turn on the light" and free themselves but their domesticity gets in the way of that. Haha, don't ask me! XD It's a lovely picture with a great concept [though I might be wrong :-] and beautiful colors.
el fue a lavar su ropa, se encontró con una hermosa mujer, se coquetearon por unos minutos, después se citaron en le baño y tuvieron relaciones sexuales, al regresar, se dio cuenta de que el jabón de su maquina se tiraba, el esposo de la mujer entra por la puerta, le dice que ya es hora de irse, se va, y esta foto fue tomada por el investigador secreto que contrato el esposo de la mujer para ver si lo engañaba con algún joven....
She walked back into the laundromat to find that while she was getting a cup of coffee next door, some pervert stole her underwear from the dryer. Now she stares down every sing person in the place trying to find out who took her things. All the customers quickly looked away when her eyes found them. They all knew who took them--the man with the camera. They all knew something was going on between the two, but no one ever said anything. Now he made a move to get her attention and to force her to act. She found them in Camera-Boy's basket. Neatly folded and completely dry. She she was glad that he had them and not some complete stranger.
parce-qu'on cherche toujours quelquechose a dire ben...l'histoire c'est bien simple alors. chaqun vit dans son imagination, fabule et desire.voila, le printemps arrive.il faut qu'on resorte nos habilles lejers.il faut nous rafraichir.avec les vetements on change nous meme. c'est vrai que montreal est en plein soleil ce temps-ci. le bon temps pour faire des photos hallucinantes. salut. beau modele en passant
there are 2 cartoon text balloons, one is her thought, the other one is the opposite (since it is pointing towards another side, maybe someone else's thought?) and then the void on the top is a white canvas, waiting to be represented in colour by her thought. just wandering....sorry if it was too complex...
once upon a time a beautiful woman went to wash her clothes but when she got to the laundromat all her change fell out of her pockets so she had nothing to wear but dirty clothes for the rest of her life.
considering the title is "woman day"; perhaps you are trying to say that women are still not given the same chances as men? And that it's still normal for women to be working at home or something? Like she's standing by the washing machine - and the switch to end this is still out of reach or anything?