Twelve months after its previous exhibition, Weekends is happy to present: Months. The exhibition is a portrait of the dozen of day-bundles, that make up our annual trip around the sun. An amalgamated almanac of Denmark.

When annual fashion weeks replace plowing, sowing and harvesting, January’s boots and July’s sandals are surefire signifiers of the passage of time. When kids migrate back to school for la rentrée in August, to ring in the Fall, they recall the the arctic birds, whose October arrival do the same. While we might not hear it, both April and September sample and remix of all four seasons, to an ephemeral track that takes seven years to paint. When we greet the visiting Stork in May, we forget the cold of February or the darkness of December. A darkness, which dilates our pupils to call forth the unseen around us. While we undress our structures for the sun in June, the trees leaves this year’s looks on the forest floor in November, and stark naked, they make out all the way till March, getting ready for the oncoming orgy of Spring/Summer.