“…and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” Molly Bloom. Ulysses.
She carries secrets as she blows across the Island. The wind whispers as she moves through the tall grass. Women breaking rules, breaking laws, breaking limits.
She carries rebellion through the air. She screams of a past, unknown and kept quiet. She roars for the future, for change. Women saying yes and saying no. Women deciding their own fate.
I feel her on my face, cold and crisp. I feel her on my legs as she billows through the light fabric of my dress. I feel her and I feel free.
Language has always tried to keep us down. Men are powerful, women bossy. Men are heroic, women sluts. An unconscious bias that creeps into our societal beliefs. Women shout and call and beg but our voices are silenced. Our noise cannot be heard, will not be heard. Hush. You complain too much. You want feminism, pay for the meal yourself.
But language also describes the earth as Mother Earth and it is no surprise then that Mother Earth too is weeping, crying to us for change. We have damaged her like men have damaged our name.
Slut. Whore. Moan. Bitch.
Cry now, world. Cry now with the Earth. With your dear Mother Earth. Cry now and cry loud because language cannot save us. Name calling, cat calling; cannot save us. Men and women alike must come together, must make changes to save our Mother.
Sustainability. The word, like feminism, has become a dirty word on our tongues. Overused and abused. But sustainability is going to save us. Feminism is going to save us.
I take my clothes off, I stand on the island, I feel the wind caress my skin. She touches my body, my imperfect, perfect body. She speaks to me, to my skin. She listens to my me, to my insecurities, my worries, she exposes parts of me kept hidden and bares them to the world. She tells me I am beautiful simply because I am.
She tells me to help Mother Earth but I cry back, I cannot. I am born of a society that loves excess. She tells me to love myself but I say no, I cannot.
The wind lessens, she quietens. All is still on the island. I look around. It’s cold and the sky is dark.
I put up my arms, I see the clouds gather together, an epic storm brews and I scream and I shout.
Love myself and help Mother Earth?
And yes I said yes I will yes.
All outfits are from http://www.cosstores.com
Part of the Cos Mission Statement is:
“Since the beginning, our design ethos has always put longevity first. We favour enduring style over passing trends. Every piece should have a long lifespan. We want you to be wearing our clothes ten years from now.”
Cos is constantly trying to make more sustainable choices and has achieved a C-label which means it is on the way to being a more sustainable brand. It has also set good standards on transparency.
It is a member of the Better Cotton Initiative. It uses organic cotton which has not been genetically modified in any way. It plans to use 100% renewable energy for its purchased electricity in its own operations by 2035 and it consumes a large proportion of renewable energy.
All the silver in the beautiful sterling silver collection is made from recycled silver.
Photos by Damien Broderick. http://www.damienbroderickphotos.com
Clothing borrowed from Baluba Creative.