Left leg

Left leg

 

Glue and sil­icon, paint and var­nish, grout and wood-filler. Traces on his clothes. The trousers espe­cially tell the story of my friend’s most recent jobs. There was that shower to fix urgently in Hack­ney one night last week, and the bath­room to sort out after a would-be plumber with too many tools and too few skills had been let loose in Hamp­stead. At the ongo­ing job in South Lon­don, he’s sup­posed to be doing the plumb­ing and not gen­eral build­ing work, but it’s hard to keep the bound­ar­ies firm once on-site and when the other guy is not so con­fid­ent. And work­ing on his own place in the mean­time means more var­nish and paint than usual.

Right leg

Right leg

 

The pho­tos show the sides of his trousers, where his hands reach his upper leg. The marks on them are more than evid­ence of what got spilt or dropped. They indic­ate ges­tures of work. And how the right side (yes, he’s right-handed) takes the strain. And how if you’re going to do stuff like this, where you can’t help your­self wip­ing the residue of the mater­i­als that fix and cover and gen­er­ally hold things together in houses and bath­rooms, well you wouldn’t want to have the wrong trousers for the job.