A big transgender body dons and sheds a closetful of sweaters at maximum speed. Meanwhile, the character remembers - through tragicomic poetry - an inter-generational relationship that went awry many years ago. When the film begins, the character is remembering his former lover, who remarked that her favourite sweater was older than he was. By the film's end, however, the narrative has propelled the character from a forlorn past into a dandy future, all on the wings of verse and subversive fashion. Here, a box of sweaters becomes an archive of transgender emotions -- a collection of outmoded feelings, fond (and not-so-fond memories), and, ultimately, the chance to become something new by trying on something old.—Anonymous