Wool from the island's flocks was knitted into the garments that gave the jersey its name. Cloth was mended, handed on and worn until it could not be worn again. Waste was not a moral position; it was simply unaffordable.
Clothing is now the opposite. Production has roughly doubled in twenty-five years, garments are kept for half as long, and most of what an island discards leaves it by boat.
Vraic puts clothing back into island circulation. Every piece already exists here, is photographed here, and is collected in a parish or delivered island-wide. The tide sets the manners as well as the metaphor — the Auction House brings the hammer down on every lot together at low water.