Blue Jacket

The other day, a gentleman in his mid 40s rushed his  elderly father into the store I work at. He brought his father in to pick out a lightweight, warm jacket. The old man already had a jacket-- blue, heavy, made a funny noise while moving around in it-- but to me, it still looked like it was in great condition. The son kept telling me how 'crappy' the blue jacket was, and after he purchased his dad a new jacket, he was going to get rid of the blue one. He asked if we recycle jackets. We do, but only from our own brand. I offered to recycle the jacket for them anyways, knowing that if I didn't take it, it most likely would have been tossed. 

This interaction had a lasting impact on me. The old man was happy with his puffy, blue jacket, but the son thought it wasn't good enough. It's so representative of the times we live in, where if something isn't deemed 'good enough', it is just thrown away. When I got home, I didn't quite know how to figure out how I felt about it so I make a sketch of it and wrote down the encounter in my sketchbook. I'll be using these sketches and photographs for a future project.