Oily flesh aplenty in Paul Rousteau's shots of public sunbathers

If you’re starting to think that you’ve had about enough of winter and wouldn’t it be nice if you could step outside wearing less than 13 layers of clothing on top of your thermal onesie, then hold your horses for just a second. You see you’re forgetting that despite its sunny weather and bright, cloudless mornings, the summer has a few pitfalls of its own, namely the puckered, loose flesh of brazen sunbathers strewn casually about public spaces. You forgot about the sunbathers didn’t you? Allow Paul Rousteau to refresh your memory with his candid Parr-esque photographs of sparsely-clothed Swiss. Still pining for summer? Didn’t think so.