You may have noticed that while on Alcatraz I wore a lot of layers. At the end of the work day, to get home as soon as possible, I would usually just pull my whole wardrobe off over my head in one piece. It began to look like I melted out of my clothes. Long story short, it evolved into a thing I started doing at the end of my “shift.”
Eventually it defeated the whole purpose of trying to get out early.
(By the way you may notice my street clothes in the background of some of these pictures. You know what that means. I shot these pics in my underwear. And I’ve checked and rechecked for my reflection in the mirror about six times before posting this. And I’m about to do it once more in the preview screen.)