It's said there's no such thing as bad weather only bad clothing choices. Perhaps so but sometimes the clothing choices are forced upon us. After what might be considered a false summer, it was cold and wet today, at least in Brisbane spring terms. The sensible clothing choice would include little visible flesh. That's all very well but if you are an indigenous dancer performing in traditional dress to an international delegation, the dress mainly involves body paint. There's not much in the way of protection from the elements. The rugged up observers watched in warmth and interest. Even my dogs who happened to be on campus with me today had more on. It is just another example of suffering from your art and being warmed by the reactions of those enjoying what you do. It's not really a substitute for a coat but it's sure better than nothing.
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