This weekend I got a little angry. Or.. confused maybe. The fact is, that when I was listening to “baby it’s cold outside” on my jazzy radio, it occurred to me that it was 11 degrees outside in the middle of December and that makes no sense. So I did a quiet protest with some bare skin to put a bit of focus on climate change. 20 years ago I had to wear at least two layers on my entire body at this time of year because of the cold, but this Saturday I didn’t even need tights under my dress. Maybe it was a small protest, but bare legs in December is silly, but this Saturday it just wasn’t. How f**ked up is that?
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Photography by Thomas Dyrholm, collage by me