25 November 2015

In the haze

I am a bit all over the place these days. One moment I'm so happy I can't feel my toes, the next I'm utterly frustrated, sad or incredibly mad, so mad I shake and want to destroy things and yell. I have a lot of work, a little too much maybe, and while I really enjoy it and love it, I also sometimes feel like I haven't got enough time to do it all. Thankfully, I have some patient friends that are always there, I try and enjoy the many train hours with a book, and I discovered the 'Discover' function in Spotify. So there are good things!
I have a desk at the newspaper the next few weeks and it's so wonderful to be back. Plus, the view isn't bad either...
The other day I had lunch at Torvehallerne in between two interviews. The sun was out for a brief appearance and it made the colours of the fresh produce stand out so beautifully.
This week, I finally finished reading East of Eden. I've been reading bits of it every time I'm in the train and occasionally on the sofa for a half hour break, and I don't think it's taken me so long to read something before. It's got nothing to do with the book; it's my favourite and it's the third or fourth time I read it, but I just haven't had the time to really sit down and read for hours. If you haven't read it, please do. It's worth the time and thought.
On Sunday, it snowed and snowed. I had a brunch date with AnCa in the city and it was such an ordeal getting there. There was so much snow up north and it was cold and slippery. In the city, there were just little patches of white...
On Monday, the sun shone brightly. I skated down to the station and went into the city to do an interview. I haven't enjoyed an interview so much in a long time. We did it walking around Østerbro; it was cold, but beautiful, and we took the time to talk. It was marvelous, and now I'm enjoying writing the whole thing.
After the interview I took a walk around the lakes to clear my head. I called up Chris and we went for lunch. I didn't actually had the time for it, but I didn't care, and it felt so good just saying 'to hell with it'. Plus, the weather was so good!
I love how the windows make the light dance across the buildings.
Copenhagen in a chilly blue. I miss that colour now that it's back to grey...

16 November 2015


What a horrible night. What meaninglessness. My thoughts are constantly on Paris and the city I love and spent the first 5 years of my life in. I have no words, just sorrow and sympathy for the people affected. I hope we can all stand together, united and stronger in our belief in democracy and civilisation.
I spent a good part of Friday night following the news, and all of Saturday I sat in front of the TV trying to wrap my head around the actions in Paris. On Sunday, I was called in to work and went to the French church to cover their memorial service for the newspaper. What a weekend!

10 November 2015

It's the fuzzy time again

So, shooting pictures is getting moderately more difficult these days as the light is gone by 16 and sort of not there in the first place. All my photos look like they are made of wool, and the grey tones are taking over. Oh well. I spent a few days in Jutland this weekend. I took the bus to Aarhus on Friday to see my brother and meet his new girlfriend. They were so sweet and the afternoon was absolutely perfect. Later, I took the train to my mom's house and hung around with my youngest brother and his girlfriend. We occupied the sofas and watched movies and ate only white bread, chocolate and all things sweet. It was great. Now it's back to the deadlines and despite some busy days ahead, things are pretty alright.
So, for the fuzzy photos:
On Thursday, I went up on the roof of music venue and Vesterbro institution VEGA. The view, albeit grey, was wonderful. I know nothing better than looking at cities from above. Lucky Tine, who works there, to be able look at this view every day.
In Aarhus, I spent way too much money on coffee beans at La Cabra. But how can you not when it's so good...
It's always fun to be back in Aarhus. Sometimes, though, I can't believe I've lived there for 2,5 years...

01 November 2015

Before the trees go bare

It's Sunday and I've spent mine in the sofa with the computer in my lap. Writing. Outside, the fog has wrapped its silver breath around the houses so only half the features were clear. It's been a shaky week: two family members were/are at hospital so there was a lot of crossing fingers and hoping and sending positive thoughts. Thankfully, they are recovering, but it really brings out that scary thought in the back of your mind that life is frail. As someone who's never lost someone close to me I cannot (as in seriously cannot) deal with the idea of death. Hopefully it will be some time before I have to.
Anyway, there's also been other things and these are some of them;
Last week I was in need of new coffee beans so I decided to go into town. The sky was grey and I took a short walk around the blocks before taking the train back to the assignments...
A few days later, I walked down to the station again to go have coffee with Sheila. The trees by the station have now gone almost bare. But the yellow explosions were beautiful.
We had coffee at Lillebror and took a stroll through H.C. Ørstedsparken afterwards. It was a colourful walk.
That Saturday, I met Kathrine for a walk around Nørrebro. There was a demonstration along Nørrebrogade, and we walked around the lakes and up and down the streets. Later, I met Jonas and Lasse William for another coffee and a bit of rowdy talk at Torvehallerne. It was a great Saturday.
On Monday and two or three days after that I thought I had finally gotten an apartment in a building I've been wanting to live in for years. But alas, it is a tough market these days!
On Tuesday I went to Grundtvigskirken on assignment. That place is so extremely magnificent. It's made from more than 5,5 million bricks! And since the architect wanted the light to reflect in a certain way, he instructed the constructers to rub each stone against another so they would be scratched. Can you imagine?!
Today, I had coffee in bed. I also had two articles to write but I let myself have a quiet moment beneath the sheets to reflect the past week. You need that sometimes.

28 October 2015

More archive material

I spent a long time the other day looking through the archive after 'iconic' entries. They ended up not being iconic per se but just good examples of the things I've lived the last 5 years. However, sometimes I come across a photo that makes me happy or think about a certain event and I thought I'd share some of them here, in completely random order;
January 2011: AnCa and I took this photo while at a café looking for an apartment together. She is one of my very best friends and I am so happy she found her way back into my life. We went to primary school together but when I moved away at 13, we kind of lost contact. Somehow we wound up in Berlin at the same time, and we've been best friends ever since. She is one of the funniest, kindest, and most festive people I know and I'm happy she was around for the Berlin chapter.
April 2011: Through my nomad years, I've always had a home at Chris'. She knows me so incredibly well and we often know what the other is thinking. I guess that's the true testament of a best friend. She is so beautiful in this photo. I had been out to lunch and when I came back up to her place, she was sitting in her living room listening to Spice Girls and eating ice cream. It made me so happy.
April 2011: We had been out exploring in the woods and hitched a ride back to Berlin. This was in late April. When the van dropped us off, we had to push it to get it started again. It was one of those nights in Berlin where I really felt I lived. Also, I was all bubbly from partying and kissing and all that.
May or June 2011: This afternoon, there was a terrible thunder storm and I was home alone. The light was crazy and I walked around the apartment snapping photos. I loved that place despite it being pretty unclean... Also, it was around the time where I knew my days in Berlin were coming to an end. It was right in the best time and I made sure to have fun as long as I could.
October 2010: This was taken on one of the best Berlin weekend visits. Chris and Kristiane and I must have laughed about 95% of their time in the city.
June 2011: Working at the magazine was sometimes incredibly frustrating and sometimes incredibly fun. I got to shoot something related to the magazine's 9 year birthday. I really like this photo of web editor Walter.
July 2010: One of my first nights out in Berlin and I was so young.
July 2011: A few days after moving back from Berlin, I took a trip to a summerhouse with some of my old friends. My heart was broken from leaving the city and I remember the weekend was a break in all the crying.
July 2011: I will never forget how Kathrine took care of me the day after moving back. I was so heartbroken and without putting it into words, she knew how I felt and made sure I knew she was there. We had wine and listened to sad songs in her window sill in Copenhagen.
October 2011: By October, I moved into the White Castle, and to this day, Nørrebrogade is one of my favourite streets in Copenhagen. I feel safe there and it sort of comforts me to walk along the yellow wall.
October 2011: My brother lives in the apartment now and I'm plotting my way back. It's still the best place I've ever lived despite being borderline depressed while living there. 
October 2010: This photo is taken from the plane the first time I went back to Denmark after moving to Berlin in 2010. I took the early morning flight, my first flight alone, and I was still drunk from the night before. I had gone straight to the airport from a party because of a guy I'd met, and my drunken mind panicked when my suitcase wasn't the first one to pop up in Copenhagen. I made a huge scene, but of course it was there and I went home to nap.
October 2011: During the last weeks of October, a heavy fog lay over Copenhagen. We went out dancing and Anna was newly in love. She had borrowed my bright pink shoes. I was still sad but clubbing was a good refuge.
November 2011: Later that autumn, I went to Jutland to visit Kristiane and there was a party in her house. I had absinth and I woke up with a torn dress and a torn ear. To this day, the hole in my right ear is a little wider than the other because my earring was ripped out of my head. I will never do absinth again.
November 2011: This photo reminds me of a sort of break up. I was in Berlin and took the photo to remind myself that I was going to remember that day and the feeling in my stomach forever. I felt as though in a haze and had to spend a whole day making the hours disappear so I could get the hell out of that city.
January 2012: In Denmark, I threw myself into partying and I don't remember this photo being taken.
December 2011: We went to London to visit Chris over the New Year and the haze continued. This photo reminds me of a lot of good laughs, and they still tease me about things I did on New Years Eve...
February 2012: My first Instagram photo.
February 2012: As the new year grew into its first weeks, I began to feel glimpses of feeling alright again. Thanks to some very good friends.
April 2012: I love this photo from Berlin. We went to a party and ended up doing crazy things. What else is new?
April 2012: I spent a lot of time alone in 2012 and I think that helped me get over some things.
May 2013: Spring in Montreal was mainly spent on the balcony with ice coffee.
December 2012: The view from my little dorm in Aarhus was quite nice. Even in snow. But man those months were cruel.
January 2013: I will forever be grateful that these two also chose to go to Montreal on exchange in 2013.
February 2013: Also these guys.
April 2013: Oh my god, we were hungover that day. We ate crab and talked about the things we couldn't remember from the night before. And Olly delivered a memorable speech when he came to meet us in the park.
May 2013: I spent a lot of time complaining about Montreal when I lived there, but now I think back on those months with love. 
November 2013: I still wish I could pack down this Berlin apartment and put it up in Nørrebro in Copenhagen. It was great living alone for the first time in my life.
March 2014: This day was early spring. I met Iben and Mette for a coffee and a walk in Copenhagen. And it was also the day I quite out of the blue decided to move back to Copenhagen. It had been in the back of my head for a long time but I didn't think I was going to do it. Until it all made sense right there in the sun in Vesterbro.
April 2014: When I became a journalist, there was no family or friends at the school to say congratulations. They would meet me later, but those minutes there in that place where I had grown into becoming a journalist were quite special. At the same time I felt infinite joy, relief, sadness and being over that place.
May 2014: Last May, Kathrine and I went to Italy and this photo was taken going up on a mountain. We drove up over the clouds and it was magical. It's a very dear memory from that trip with one of my best friends. I'm happy we shared that.
August 2015: In August I went back to Berlin with AnCa. It was amazing being back there with her in 'our' city. We talked a lot about how much older we feel now and how fun and crazy a time it was back then. One day I was taking the U1 by myself, and at Kottbusser Tor, where I had been so many times, I felt strangely at home and also really happy to be living in Copenhagen. It's strange how some things work out.