The preparation for the 4Daagse march began with colour.
Blue Tuesday, Pink Wednesday, Green Thursday, and Orange Friday. Each day has its own atmosphere, rhythm, mood, and physical demands.
I paid close attention to fabrics, choosing cotton and viscose for their lightness during the high temperatures. Comfort became essential, but so did the emotional relationship between clothing and experience. Even the simplest garments begin to absorb memory after hours of walking through crowds, music, exhaustion, and celebration.
I paid close attention to fabrics, choosing cotton and viscose for their lightness during the high temperatures. Comfort became essential, but so did the emotional relationship between clothing and experience. Even the simplest garments begin to absorb memory after hours of walking through crowds, music, exhaustion, and celebration.
By the end of the marches, the colours no longer felt symbolic or decorative. They had become connected to effort, atmosphere, and the collective energy moving through Nijmegen during those days.
Perhaps clothing always changes its meaning once the body carries it over a distance.

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