An ode to crisp mornings and early sunsets, COLD SWEATS is dedicated to the in-between.
To cosy sheets and sticky bodies, COLD SWEATS is sleeping in nothing but socks and each other’s sweet sweat.
An ode to wet hair and whiskey by the fire, the drunken confidence in diving head first into the cold foam of winter waves – and surviving the all encompassing snap freeze of your head, nipples and joints.
It is late nights that turn to cold mornings, spent drinking warm beers in someone else’s sweater.
It is the entanglement of bodies and their associated heat, naked limbs intertwined like the roots of the large trees whose leaves have left them for better days.
Here’s to romantic winters and early sunsets, here’s to wind chapped lips and so cold they are hot ears, here’s to cuddles with someone who’s name you cant remember but face you’ll never forget.