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 cafés 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).

Sunday, November 30, 2014


So, November flew in with all its winter darkness and not once did I sit down to blog. I did think about it, and even occasionally swung by to check if someone else might have gone ahead and blogged for me, but nope. So here I am, back with quince, mostly because they're so pretty and also smell pretty divine. (Not that I would ever buy a scented candle, but if I were the kind of lady who bought scented candles, I would totally buy quince instead, because it is so delightfully fragrant.

And here's another pretty photo sitting on my memory card. I baked. So there!

These pretty flowers looked so mesmerizing under our halogen spots. (Yes, we still have halogen spots. And yes, I know this is not 1992 ;) (Which reminds me, there are some people at work who always crack the joke "The 90s called and they want  their -- insert 90s object/style/trend of choice --back". I'm usually tempted to counter-crack "Hey, 2005 called, and they want their joke back", but then again they're such nice people, so there's really no reason to get snappy.

I bought a new couch! It was 500 DKK - which is less than a $100 - and not to brag or anything, but it's a super fancy B and B Italia couch. So, I think I made a bit of a scoop there. (SUPER FUN FACT: I bought it off the Danish equivalent of craigslist and guess what? It's like the ad lords can detect from my internet behavior that I'm living on my own, cause they're shoving all these banner ads for dating sites into my face! I can sort of see how my shopping around for furniture makes me look like some kind of recent divorcée, but at the same time it makes me feel so unwanted and lonely. So sometimes I scream back at the computer: " I DO have a boyfriend! In Africa! So there!

What else? Yes, I got out my Christmas decor yesterday. I never got around to actually decorating with it, because for some reason I always find it so difficult to 'integrate' Christmas decor in a tasteful manner. But anyway, happy december 1st! :)

And in final news, I wrote a debate piece for Danish newspaper Politiken! I suspect you might have to be a Danish, liberal arts grad to find it interesting, but just in case, here it is.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Spice Island. Day 4 and 5.

By our 4th day in Zanzibar, we moved into a 4th hotel. We totally would have stayed in the one we were in, but seeing they were fully booked, we used it as a good excuse to upgrade once more and find ourselves a place with a pool (the latter prompted a by a nasty jellyfish sting, from a Portugese man o' war, to be specific, which, although quite stunning, is a real bitch that leaves these whiplash marks across your bod - or in my case, thighs. And you know what? One week later, those whiplash marks are like, growing? Or expanding or whatever? Apparently, they can do that for weeks after!)

Sorry went off a tangent there. Anyway, so off we went to our new hotel, where we got our own pretty, little cabin:

And a nice deck for lounging:
And a pretty fantastic beach:

PLUS they had complimentary sun hats, which made Johan really happy. Look at that guy - he really does make one fine-looking tourist:
He also jumps when you tell him to:
We set out for this place - The Rock, it's called. It looks kind of dingy from the outside, but inside awaits a surprisingly fine-looking restaurant, which is sadly also THE WORST TOURIST TRAP I have ever come across. Their starters were $17! And the staff super rude! So all in all I would absolutely encourage you to invest your tourist-$$$ at a more deserving place.
Angry and disillusioned, we walked back to our hotel...

...and cooled off in the pool. (Figuratively speaking, because the water was really hot).
And while there, Johan pulled his most interesting face yet:

And that was pretty much the last photo-worthy highlight from our trip to Zanzibar :)