Saturday, March 14, 2015

stuff I saved to my desktop this week

Jane Fonda because she looks so darn smokin'. Also, I think she's around 50 in this image, which leaves me equal parts depressed and hopeful for the future. Imagine if one could peak at 50?! Body wise I mean :)
Yves Saint Laurent's office via Habitually Chic
Yayoi Kusama just because, and also because it takes guts to so consistently stick with dots.

This bedroom/loft situation via Blood and Champagne. I'm dreaming of buying my own apartment these days. Ideally a worn out and run down place that I can renovate little by little and turn into a gem. Back in the day, when my mom and I fixed up my East Village pad, we worked non-stop for two weeks and yet felt totally energized because it was so much fun. I remember one morning specifically, where we woke up at 5 or 6 am and had to distract ourselves by going out for waffles  in order to not start working right away and annoy my downstairs neighbors. Anyway, if you know of a fixer upper, let me know, yes?

Duane Hanson's marvelous Tourists from 1988. If you aren't that familiar with Hanson, then there's a real neat overview of some of his sculptures here.

Miss Piggy is a boss.

This kitchen via SF Girl by Bay. I don't know why, but there was something so homely and familiar about the color scheme - save for the brass faucet. (I'm so fed up with brass) I figured I'd save it should I ever find that fixer upper in need of a kitchen reno :)))

In all fairness I saved this to my desktop last week, but then again is it ever too late to share a squirrel getting a back rub? Via Man Repeller - and whoever made this fine gif deserves a permanent rainbow in their backyard. As does the person who made this video.

Finally, watch this - ideally muted because I think that adds to the poetry of watching a baby elephant take a bath. I watched it on facebook this morning, and almost wept from a combination of sadness and joy*, and then noticed that it had garnered some 10 million views. And then I couldn't help but ponder what that says about human kind or the state of human kind. Why it feels so good, to watch someone feel that good....and yet we use so much energy on not making people feel good at all.

 *I just finished Amy Poehler's Yes Please, in which she says and observes a bunch of smart things, including that we need a word for the feeling of sadness and joy combined, and I absolutely agree.

Sunday, March 1, 2015


 I was looking for a photo album on my laptop, and got distracted by all the spring photos I took while living in New York. Every single year, come March, I'd find myself sitting outside at sidewalk caf├ęs wearing sun glasses and no winter coat. The bliss!

And the excitement that lingers in the air, when Spring hits! I feel all jittery at the thought of those long Spring walks I'd take all across the city (and the amount of shoes I had resoled at the shoemaker, a dark and dingy place on 9th Street, where, I suspect, shoes were mostly turned in never to be picked up again.)

It occurred to me, that it's almost 10 years ago that I packed up my bags and moved to New York. And it's almost 5 years ago that I returned to Copenhagen. Not counting the 7 or 8 months that I spent in Kenya, I've nearly been back for as long as I was away. But in terms of eventfulness and memories, those 5 years in New York feel so detailed and saturated with feelings. They're such an antithesis to my everyday rut, I sometimes get the feeling I made it all up.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Lucky Peach

A couple of years ago, Johan bought me the first issue of Lucky Peach, the food journal launched by David Chang of Momofuko fame. At the time, we were obsessing a little over ramen and our imminent trip to Japan, and hence "The Ramen Issue" seemed like something we couldn't face life without. (Full disclosure: Like the true posers we are, I don't think we ever cooked a single recipe from the journal. Rather, it just sits on our bookcase somewhere, withering away).

ANYWAY! A few days ago, I worked my way down the internet rabbit hole, and suddenly found myself face to face with every single back issue of the magazine. And they're such a feast for the eye, I thought I'd share :)

By the way, if you have a fetich for Eastern/Western fusion (I don't know how else to label it....), I think you'll love hanging out here:

Saturday, January 31, 2015


There was a sliver of sun coming through the windows last weekend, so I jumped at the chance to shoot some photos of our bedroom area, which I redid the weekend before last.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Hunting for blue skies. Literally, but also kinda metaphorically speaking.

Perhaps it's about time that I acknowledge that I've developed into a bi-monthly blogger, and skip the 'tis the reason I haven't blogged opener, which, honestly, I don't even bother reading at this point.

So, January. Were you always this dark and depressing? Did you always leave me feeling like a 5-day-old, unrefrigerated pizza slice? Did you always make me walk around wishing for a winning lottery ticket yet not grace me the willpower to actually buy a lottery ticket so I'd actually have a chance of winning?

In all honesty, there have been days (or was it only a couple of hours, in fact?), when the sun came out in all its glory and the sky lit up in the most perfect of blues. That's when I ran for my camera and started shooting stuff frantically, exaggeratedly angling my camera this way and that like a fashion photographer in a made-for-tv movie.

Anyway, belated merry Christmas and happy new year people. Let's hope for a nice and exciting 2015 :)

Isn't this photo great? Johan and I received it as a Christmas gift from his mom's beau. It's from the 90s and it's from Rome, and I love it to bits! (Whenever I look at it, I also think to myself: Wow, that guy must have such a great personality, because that wife is kind of a catch).