The chatter of needles and a thousand workers animate a factory.
Phnom Penh, Cambodia
The door opened, and I disappeared into an endless room of workers and sewing machines, a veritable Bluejeans Land, at a factory producing Levi's and Old Navy brand pants.
Wires and tubs hung from the ceiling. Trolleys were pushed. Needles chattered. A thousand workers wore hairnets colored according to their duty.
The assistant factory manager led me past a pile of cut denim. On each side of us, young women folded and pinched fabric, lining it up before squeezing off a few bursts on the sewing machine.
Their hands were fast and efficient. As we walked down the line, pairs of adult jeans slowly started to take shape.
At the end of the line, we stood next to a pile of Levi's, and I asked my guide: "How many people have a hand in sewing a single pair of jeans?"
"Eighty-five," she said, "and that doesn't count the others."
"Please, I'll show you."