Faces behind the labels

I’m haunted by garment workers. When I put on a shirt I see faces and families. Today I’m wearing a shirt Made in Honduras, which makes me think of a fella I met outside of a factory near San Pedro Sula.

This week I’d like to step out of the way and let pictures from my global quest to meet the people who made my clothes speak for themselves.

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