The shape of the person's body under the clothes suggested to me that this person was uncomfortable with being there, feeling awkward, definitely not wanting to be seen.
Yet I was drawn to watch.
I also thought that when the man with his drink and cigarette sat there, he looked incongruous. At times he turned to look at the figure closely. He leaned in to see.
I hope you don't mind that I took the photo to show you and I have thought about it a lot.
But you cannot see who the figure is at all and I think the photo says something, (but am not sure what.)
The person's identity is protected by the clothing hiding everything; but I think, I feel, the clothing shows things too.
It is strange, as the scene reminded me of this photo I took in the Berlin underground (U Bahn).
When I was in London I was very lucky to receive a gift, which was this:
I have already read quite a lot and it is very good.
It gives a range of narratives about women and their relationships with their clothes, how the clothes affect them and how identity interacts with clothing. It talks about freedoms and restrictions and it talks about how clothing affects their relationship and interactions with others.
But it does not tell me about the burkha.
And I want to know and understand.