Recently four kids from Jutland took a wrong turn in an iffy area of my neighborhood, by Folkets Park (The Peoples Park). They circled the block once too many, according to a group of at least ten ma...
Guerrilla advertising by the local public library, with a path of literature. Miss Take. Classic Nørrebro, I love this sign. Nothing fancy, just letting you know where to get a cheap haircut. S...
This is strange: I cant even write about Tivoli without getting emotional. The old amusement garden is loaded with childhood memories for me, and fearing that it had changed so much over time that th...
I know things have been quiet here lately, but it is not an indication that nothing is happening. Quite the opposite, actually: just when I thought the world had forgotten all about them, the Test Tu...
Little presents from the streets of Copenhagen: Fish aint cheap. For unknown reasons it is important for Bert that we know that. Not a chair. A lot of work obviously went into not making a chair. Loc...
It was just another public phone conversation, in the middle of the busiest spot in Copenhagen. She was wearing a red coat over a white lace dress, leaning against a juicy mint green bike in her chun...
Today I was happy to be reminded that some things are better in the rain. And with this fall-like spring weather, stormy, freezing and wet, it is important to focus on those parts. Under normal circu...
(stressed out/lots to tell/words to follow) Have a cosy weekend! ♥
Copenhagen has a trash challenge at hand. The Citys single solution to the problem so far has been to dispatch costly cleaning crews. Living by the lakes, where people march around with paper cups of...
In case you did not get enough of Parisian street art from last weeks trip, heres a link to todays post on the Brooklyn Street Art blog. Also known as: yay! Pinocchio in Logo Land (Speedy Graphito)**...
Everywhere you look, someone is trying to sell you something, or push their own agenda. We have been spammed so hard that it now takes something extra to get our attention. Not surprisingly the coole...
Wow, Copenhagen, just: wow! Twenty degrees and sunny, bare feet in sandals, chilling in the sun, ice cream orgies, open windows, birds chirping deliriously in the trees, trees in full bloom and all o...
When you find yourself in Paris, crouching in a narrow urine stenched, pigeon ridden alley, breathing through your mouth, trying to get the perfect shot of a painted creature, you know you are hooked...
May 1st is traditionally a day when the crowds gather in Fælledparken, right around the corner from me. The political parties give speeches, the labor unions are represented and everyone gets stone d...
I have made a deal with myself to try and never be too busy to make an emergency stop for a surprise. It works if I calculate extra time, so instead of (a lifetime of-) cutting it razor close, I now ...
Before the big Parisian street art bonanza, I am going to do a quick one with everything else. Random yum that inspires me or just makes me happy. Why is sharing such a rush? I hope you are not suffo...
Copenhagen is seeing an unfortunate increase in what I can only describe as piggish behavior. Like men spitting on the sidewalks. Accompanied by the loud and unmistakable sound that comes from deep d...
You know I love my country. I do. But sometimes I really need to see it from this angle: Welcome to Paris. (These boots are made for walkin) I have discovered there is such a thing as metro porn. Eve...
The beauty of unwritten rules is that they are shaped by nothing more than common sense and the society which upholds them. I respect and even like these rules so much more than anything the legislat...
It is gloomy here, cloudy, rainy and grey. I hesitate to bring my camera out because even a single drop of water sucked in could mess it up. So when I finally do bring it out, hovering over it like t...
Copenhagen is at half steam at the moment, with all the Jutlanders going back to the roots, or far, far away to celebrate (or ignore) the Easter holidays. The only fun to be had is the one you can pr...
My head is still spinning from the overwhelming feedback and support you have all offered on the Test Tubes. I feel crazy encouraged to make it happen, although I have no idea how. Paperwork, patent,...
The Danes creep me out these days. Not all of them obviously, but once in a while we are confronted with the ugly side, like yesterday, when a psychopath hunter shot and killed his neighbors friendly...
The first one I spotted was on the corner of the bridge. An iron sculpture of a ship full of people (or is it protesters on the barricades?), chained to the railing. I wanted to scream of course, and...
For the bikes: Serious ground control: when the light is on, you will make the green light ahead if you keep a steady pace. Whoa you very much! Against the bikes. The bike parking rant, by local bar ...
Highlights of a week gone by. In short. No sleepwalking! (As in me on Saturday, seriously hungover) A guest star by the lakes. Full house on the bridge. Every evening. Sexy sink. ...
Spring is a too kind, and way too misleading word for a day like today. Not even a single drop of sun, or glimpse of sky, just an ocean of grey. I am not whining, mind you, just stating a fact. Not a...
The exiting thing about living with four seasons is all the firsts. My spring highs consists of the first soft ice (not there yet), first spring flowers (snowdrops, crocus and eranthis), the first wi...
Lately I have been exploring the borough Østerbro, and I am beginning to think I may have been to hard on it. It still dont see myself living there, but I finally understand why some people would wan...
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