01 September 2015


AnCa and I went to Berlin this weekend. It's sort of our city; we went to school together from age 8-13 and then drifted apart. In 2010 we both wound up in Berlin and went out for coffee. We've been best friends ever since, and she's one of my favourite people. Always fun, always deep, always the best. It was great being back in our city; we went to our favourite places and old hangouts, and it was a great break from stressful everyday lives. I haven't photographed much, mostly because we had too much fun, and because I was hungover and melting a lot of the time....
We rented an apartment in Bergmannstraße and enjoyed the walks to Gneisenaustraße u-bahn every day.
Friday night was spent at Manouche (Grimmstraße 23, Kreuzberg) near our old apartment on Urbanstraße drinking several Moscow Mules and talking for hours. We woke up to a sunny Saturday and decided to start the day with eggs and avocado at Melbourne Canteen (Pannierstraße 57, Neukölln).
Afterwards, we took the u-bahn north to Mitte. We were going to a festival but had some hours to kill and decided to spend them browsing the shops around Münzstraße. We are Danes after all, and a visit to American Apparel is mandatory when in Berlin......
But we both got such a bad headache that we didn't really feel like doing anything related to loud concerts. So we retreated to Father Carpenter Coffee for some banana bread and ice coffee. Such a nice place. (Münzstraße 21, Mitte)
So we ended up not going to the festival. Instead we went to Prenzlauer Berg to pay a visit to one of my favourite places in Berlin; St. George's English Bookshop (Wörther Straße 27, Prenzlauer Berg). We spent almost an hour browsing, and I picked up a copy of East of Eden. Can't wait to read it for the third time!
We spent some time at Kollwitzplatz looking at people and getting the aspirins to kick in and clear our heads. After some sushi we felt good again, and an ice cream at Kauf Dich Glücklich (Kastanienallee 54, Prenzlauer Berg) did the trick.
Rosenthaler Platz looked pretty in the vanishing sunlight. And the Fernsehturm just peeks up over the rooftops.
Saturday night started with drinks at Klunkerkranich on the rooftop (Karl-Marx-Straße 66) with Berlin by our feet and ended at another bar further into Neukölln. I didn't get more than an hour's worth of sleep so Sunday was a little blurry. We headed to Friedrichshain to meet Cordula for coffee at Silo (Gabriel-Max-Straße 4, Friedrichshain). It was 33 degrees and we were melting.
We took a trip around Boxhagener Platz to look at the flea market, and then we went home for a nap before spending the night at Babylon Kino watching 'Amy'. Such a good film! I do blame my sleep depravation as well, but I had to fight hard to keep the tears from bursting.
Monday morning I went back to Friedrichshain. Here I met Flora Amalie for coffee at Coffee Profilers (Karl-Marx-Allee 136, Friedrichshain). What a great place! Fine coffee, fine service and a very fine location. I love love love Karl-Marx-Allee and the grandness of that street. So sitting there talking was great. I could have done without the heat, though. 35 degrees is too much for me.
Later, we stopped by Hallesches Haus (Tempelhofer Ufer 1, Kreuzberg). It was far too hipster for me, but I was glad we saw it. It's a combined café and shop in an old warehouse building by the canal. Good idea, just way too cliché for me.
Before catching our flight back to Copenhagen, we made another trip up to Klunkerkranich. Mostly to photograph the view, but also for the atmosphere. Despite the insane heat, it was good to be up there.
A little glimpse of our apartment.
Thanks again for a great weekend, Berlin!

28 August 2015

Beach House forever

Beach House's new album drops today. I've been pre-listening to it all week via NPR, and it is great. Just as I hoped and knew it would be. Beach House is something very special to me. I first discovered them in the first weeks of 2010 when I was living in Aarhus, but crashing at Chris' couch in Copenhagen. We'd cross the snowy Enghave Plads for night coffees, while the winter darkness seemed to swallow us up. But I didn't love them until later that year in Berlin when I had moved there. During the last weeks of 2010, I walked around the snowy city in a sort of haze, and their dreamy, drony sounds mirrored my feelings of being both incredibly happy and also just caught in the thought-frenzy that is the 20s. I know every single song by heart. "Holy Dances" reminds me of walking through the snow one day in Mitte when I had done an interview at a museum. The rattles of the tambourine still sounds like the snow-flakes that were falling from the sky.
In 2012, the album 'Bloom' came out. I was living in Copenhagen, and I was torn between a devastating heartbreak, longing for Berlin and also being sort of happy about living in the Castle and Nørrebro and having a really great job. The music once again struck something in me and mirrored those feelings. The songs of 'Bloom' remind me of spring along the yellow wall of Assistens Kirkegård. Biking around the city, and that nagging feeling in my stomach I had that year.
I listen to Beach House often. I know I can always put it on and go somewhere inside myself. Whether it's joy, melancholy, sadness or something else, the music is there. It's hard to fully describe what it is all about, but I guess that's the beauty of it. "Better Times" is probably the song I've listened to the most in the world. It reminds me of being really sad over a boy, but also biking through Berlin and feeling joy out to my fingertips.
Now they have released a new album. And I am three years older than last time. I'm once again living in a suitcase and perhaps on the brink of a new, great chapter. We'll see. No matter what, I know that Beach House will be a big part of the soundtrack.

26 August 2015

Back when summer was here

On Saturday, I was scorched by the sun. I sat on Dronning Louise's Bridge in Copenhagen with my friend Klaudia and we agreed - stupidly - that the sun isn't that sharp in late August. Neither of us were wearing sunscreen. Later that night, my skin burned and I felt like an idiot. The sun hasn't been out since and I almost feel like that sunburn might have been the last one this summer. Things are good, though. I'm very busy freelancing and it's good to be working again after my two week summer vacation. I am also battling a cold that has now been going on for 16 days. I'm getting tired of that. However, the next two weekends will be great; first Berlin then Milan. Life is alright!
On Wednesday, I went to Christianshavn to do an interview. The weather was beautiful and we sat by the canals talking. It was wonderful.
The next day, I was fighting deadlines, and because we had the car, my brother and I drove down to the sea to have ice cream. It was a nice break.
I spent the weekend in the city. On Saturday night, Tine and I hung out and watched movies and giggled and gossiped.
I started my Sunday with breakfast with Kathrine. We ate at Mirabelle in Guldbergsgade, which I can not recommend. Sure, the food was good, but most of it was sold out and the staff was not very friendly. We had to wait 20 minutes for our coffees, which were then lukewarm, and the seating outside wasn't very flexible. But the company was good.
Later, I met up with Klaudia. We sat by the bridge and walked around and came by a flea market hidden in an old barn between buildings (!) where they had lots of old flags. At night, I had dinner with AnCa on her rooftop in Vesterbro, and we spent the night talking about everything, as usual, and looking forward to our trip to Berlin!
Monday morning I had brunch with Karoline in Møllers Kaffe & Køkken in Nørrebrogade. The food was great but way overpriced. I paid 150 kr for two slices of bread, three slices of avocado, an egg, three small sausages and a coffee... (I'm not hard to please, apparently...) However, it was great seeing Karoline who has just moved back from several years in Germany. Glad to have her around more.
Yesterday, I had an interview in the morning and walked through the old streets of Copenhagen. The air was moist and cold, and it was clear that autumn is just around the corner.

20 August 2015


I'm spending some time up north while I look for an apartment in the city (shoot me a message if you know anybody with a cheap apartment for sale). The other day I took a little trip to Elsinore to run some errands, and I love walking down the old streets of that little town. The small houses are so quaint. And then there's the water. And Kronborg.
Little town.
My first stop was Kronborg (not pictured...) where I picked up some coffee beans at Strandvejsristeriet which is located in one of those yellow buildings surrounding the old castle. I wasn't too impressed by the beans, though.
Summer means the flowers are growing high in the small cobbled streets.
Look how crooked that house is!
The flowers were high back at the house, too.