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The look of glove: Nick Cave’s moving first photobook – in pictures

They began to retreat. To hide. I am happy when the sun starts shining and the lost gloves start to disappear, yet they always return; the first of the season declares itself – on a footpath, in a puddle or on a railing – and then the rest follow, in their multitudes


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