This is the result of endless layering and careless force. Posters are often pasted over one another until someone from the city services comes by and pries them off with a crowbar. I sometimes try to stop the worker. When I see a beautiful composition, I quickly take a photo. After that, the composition is lost forever because the man with the crowbar immediately resumes his work, sometimes shaking his head at the crazy tourist.
This composition curls and flutters in such a delightful way, which is why I’ve named it Loose, meaning either free or loose. Both interpretations seem fitting to me. It’s busy, yet it feels calm, even joyful. Carefree, as if it doesn’t matter that these exact forms only existed for a few fleeting seconds.