You stumble upon a video of a subway station in Manhattan. There’s no music to the video, just the shuffling of wheels on tracks, the monotone echo of train times, and the screech of trains as they come to a halt. Suddenly, a woman enters the frame, pacing back and forth and waiting for the 6 train in an outfit that seems to be entirely composed of pieces from your closet that you would hesitate to wear in public. She says nothing–only meanders around, plays with some poses, showcases the movement and the layering of her outfit to the audience on the other side of the screen. She lets the clothes speak for themselves, and they do speak.