#12

People pass by. Does anyone care?
We care and this is why we are bringing you these images of the lost, the disenchanted, the lonely, the missing, the scared. All of these gloves have a partner somewhere, a hand to cover and protect from the cold, yet here we see they are not always treated as they deserve.

Careless recipients might think it great to unwrap some gloves for Christmas, but soon after, the novelty has worn off and the poor gloves are discarded. This fella was a terrified mess when we dragged him, thankfully uninjured, out from under the pedestrian hordes of Paddington's infamous "Platform 13".

#11

Dan found this victim lying motionless on the pavement outside work, early on a cold Tuesday morning. In some cases we are too late and there's nothing to be done but observe and move on. God Bless.

#10

Dan risked impalment from flying ampersands to rescue this sorry excuse from certain death during a recent London storm. Photographed drying out in the high winds opposite the Tesco on Melcombe Street, NW1.

Double Figures. Not something we are pround to draw your attention to, especially since it's less than a month since the site was launched. Come on London.. care for your finger-warming friends!

#9

Baby white glove spotted blending in with the scenery on a Hanger Lane subway bike path. Wants to go back to Mother.

#8

When this project was started, the initial focus city was London. It seems, however, that the lost glove phenomenon is more wide-spread than the capital. This glove, who asked for their details to be witheld, was spotted by a member of our roving crew, Dan, whilst visiting Dover on a beanie-to-the-wild release mission. It just goes to show the problem is not limited to our bustling cities.

#7

Mal's third Greenford-based, lost glove (not all spotted in the one night, mind) is seen here curled up to maximise warmth during a 2-below London night. Most gloves prefer shelter in homes or failing that somewhere quiet and out of the way but others don't make it this far and bare the full brunt of the chilled winds whipping across their chosen footpath.

#6

Greenford, being a more industrial London borough certainly has its fair share of work gloves. "Gus" is oft spotted in The Red Lion on Greenford Road supping an ale. He told us he'd like to say "hello!" to Samantha in Glasgow.

#5

This 'glove of the night' was spotted street-walking in the Greenford area by Mal. When offered a hot drink and some biscuits Purple Princess declined saying "I don't want none o' your charity. I probably make more than you do! Just look at this ass?!" and "I'm a glove babe, I don't do milk and cookies!"

Correctional Note: "Object of investigation was found on 14th of December in very bad condition in Cleveley Crescent, Hanger Lane, at 3.30 PM."

#4

This is the result of a glove that had one too many Carlsberg Special Brews and wandered onto the road in NW1.

Tragically, this glove death could have been prevented if CSB and other "super strength" 9% beers were not cheap and readily available to down-and-out gloves.

We can only hope that stores learn from these examples and don't sell alcohol to those already intoxicated (unless it's me) and that everyone takes care crossing the road. Look both ways.

#3

"Froggy" as he likes to be known, has been on the streets of Ealing for almost three years now.

He is a good-humoured character, popular with the local shoppers, and can usually be found singing broadway musicals or dancing the night away near the West Ealing Waitrose.

Like the photographer, Froggy has a penchant for iced coffee and names this as the reason for his affinity to Waitrose supermarkets.

"Le icy cafe is vewy guude in e-ur! Zis is why a stay zo closs"

A bottle of their finest Columbian is always close to Froggy's hand.

#2

Just because you're a mitt doesn't mean you shouldn't be loved.

I don't know how people can worry about things like world peace and global warming when we have a rampant lost glove situation to deal with first! Come on London! Unite in the fight for glove love!

The records for this mitt seem to have been lost by one of the office staff. If you are friends with this mitt, or know of its current whereabouts, please don't hesitate to contact us with the relevant information.