I’m angry. Our society is teeming with self-posturing, abrasive popular heroes, hetronormative stereotypes and macho arseholes. One way to rebel against them is to use satire. Taking the piss out of this partriarchal bullshit, visual amusements are dished out and feminist utopias are spun. The costumes created are choreographed in three different contexts: on a concert stage, at a feminist strike and on the village square in Stans – from the stage back to everyday life, with a smile and an extended “up yours” middle finger.
