The first incarnation of the large white sheet of paper scavenged from the theatre shop. First the shoes... aren't they cute? Then the inspirational memory of shoes flung over a power line. Then the desperate man trying to save his footwear. Finally a pair of ladies' shoes to keep them all company.
Some black yarn and away we went, down to the lobby to hang them across the railing. When this bored us (it took several hours) and the hour was getting late, we unhooked the lines and held them, swinging the line and the attached shoes wildly back and forth, up and down, to torture the people who would occasionally walk below. It must be mentioned that the One With the Plastic Rat in his Office saw this project and was amused.
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