The wonderful thing about TV is that it tells visual stories. Some stories are familiar. Others may be stories you may not see otherwise. Many stories make you think about what’s really happening in our world. An article from the Guardian a few years back made the bang-on argument why TV is better than film. Some points in praise for TV include the ability to unravel the story over a longer period, richer roles for women and minorities, and it gave us Netflix. Yay Netflix. 

I’m not ashamed to admit that I am a binger. A full on Netflix binger that is. There’s something quite delicious – or perhaps just indulgent – about seeing every episode for a series at your fingertips. It's like having the keys to the kingdom. It’s just you, the couch, and a whole schwack of time hitting “play next episode” until you’ve wrapped the season. Ahhhhh.

The thing that most stands out, for me, are the way each of the characters keep or fight their individuality through how they wear and style their clothes. Their personal style both in prison and the clothes worn in the flashbacks help tell each person’s story. It’s fascinating. I am surprised that orange, tan, white and heather grey uniforms can appear so different.