Paper Weather started as a joke between friends about how often the forecast is wrong. It became a folded broadsheet: maps, symbols and small essays about waiting for the weather to change.

Three inks, two hundred copies

Risograph printing is forgiving and stubborn at the same time. Colours never sit exactly where you put them, and I stopped fighting that early. The slight misregistration is now my favourite part of the print.

The whole edition was printed over four days in a small studio in Oslo. Each copy is folded by hand, and no two are quite the same.