A bag for the daily grind
This cloth bag is built for the hustle: the market run, fruit, bread, cables, whatever comes up. Sling it over your shoulder, fill it, empty it, and do it all again the next day. In the portrait you only see the friendly face, a broad-jawed black caiman who looks like she's seen it all. Everything else — where she comes from, how it started — doesn't fit on a piece of cloth; I tell that part in her story.







