In the late autumn of 1974 I was born in a quaint university town in the southern tip of Sweden. My parents had only recently returned after trying to make a life for themselves in the United States where my father was from. Legend has it, and to this day my mother claims this is

I get asked this every so often when I have a market stall. Usually by someone who has their arms across their chest and who has been staring at the monkeys for a couple of minutes. I’m not sure if they are disappointed that the monkeys didn’t come to life, or start a little dance

Some of you might remember that last year I started a campaign called #5b4christmas. Like most of the things that I do it was a spontaneous attempt at making a difference in the ethical production world. This is how the Christmas Monkeys came about. I come across so many small social enterprises that have beautifully