slow days

waking life

this movie was really something different when i saw it the first time, i thought it was a comedy when i picked it up from one of the shelves in the video store, someone probably put it the wrong place. i'm glad they did.





Waking Life at IMDB

copenhagen

i love copenhagen. not just my friends there, but the city itself. i'm looking forward to moving back there, even though i will miss london and my firends here.



Copenhagen - City of Cyclists from Mikael at Copenhagen Cycle Chic




The Copenhagen Experience #1 by Mads Nørgaard




The Copenhagen Experience #2 by Mads Nørgaard

sound

Minor Majority - If I Told You, You Were Beautiful

small wonders

new lasagna today! though a mini version..

pink trees and freckles

spring has come early to london. it's so lovely with flowers and sun
and birdsong. i just want it to last for a long long time.

me by my hand

i draw small self portraits when i'm bored.

Everyday beauty

Sometimes you find the most beautiful things. A glass of water that
marries the sun.

Denys Lazdun

This guy designed one of my absolute favourite buildings in London,
the National Theatre. Went to a lecture about him and his work at the
Royal Institution tonight. It was a really good lecturer with a Ph.D
on Lazdun, and he answered all questions really well too.

And I bought a book. Wonder when I will have time to read it...

Lasagna!

I've never cooked lasagna myself before. But it looks good and smells
wonderful, i think it's edible

a new habitat

this is where i live now. London. The Smoke. this is also where i work, breathe, sleep, eat and think. i have been here for two weeks to the day, and time is strange here. feels like a long time ago, but also like yesterday.

i walk as often and far. trying to get a feeling for distances, the different areas and how they fade from one to another. i draw lines on maps. trying to find good places for coffee, small details or moments of great atmosphere. i try to read, both fiction and non-fiction. i'm waiting for Junichiro's 'In Praise of Shadows', thinking it will be good for me.

i saw Hammershøi at the Royal Academy of Arts today, the last day of the exhibition. strange with so many people walking around and watching paintings imbued with such calm.

the dirty love affair

eight years ago i visited london for the first time, and i clearly remember the feeling i got when leaving the tube at oxford circus and going up to the light, sound and smell on oxford street. i thought i would feel overwhelmed, but strangely, i didn't. the reason i can't forget this moment is because what i felt, and that was "i'm home".
what a strange feeling to get the first time you arrive in a new city. since then my appetite for world cities hasn't stopped. hopefully london will be my home at last this fall.

the lights flash

a friend told me of a song, memories came back to me, it wasn't the the song, even though i've heard it before. the lyrics told me about a memory not so old.

pj harvey sings:

"On a rooftop in Brooklyn
One in the morning
Watching the lights flash
In Manhattan..."

i know the song isn't about the city, it is a scene for the story of the song. but that city is the scene for so many stories and memories, it is part of it. and for me these four lines brings memories, memories from the city.

like snow

cherry blossom flowers fall upwards. like spring taking back the snow.

summer in the city

Kongens Have, originally uploaded by Oskar Jönsson.

this makes me dream of summer days spent in the park. still spring, feeling of summer.

mobile moments

I downloaded all my pictures from my mobile phone today, here's what i got. For me it is images and memories, what do you see?


I tried to get my pictures from Flickr over here in some good way, but this slideshow has to do until i find something better...

question and answer

i just finished my latest project in school, and now we have a workshop about how to capture the essence of the project with photography, to get rid of the strict hard presentation of well drawn and colored vector lines, and istead show the true values of the project.

but i don't want to hit the dead body of my finished project with a stick over and over. i want to go further. i think i will take this workshop another way, to read a few books, to acually learn something. and to breathe. i need to breath properly for a few days now. after a week of no food nor sleep prior to our critique this is well deserved.

few things beats when the sunrays travel trough the lenght of the apartment and illuminates the steam rising from a fresh cup of coffee on a good wooden table a saturday morning with hours to kill. that is what i want to make in architecture.

and i have just bought a few albums with classical music, i feel old.

read my lips

there is a song that i came to think of when i thought about someone. i thought it was a song named "i don't know what i can save you from", of which Röyksopp made a fantastic remix, but it was not. it was this one. i hope the link works. and the last sentence of the song doesn't tell when i think about it. at least not now. hopefully soon.

Kings of Convenience - Winning a Battle, Losing the War

journeyman

i don't particularly like paris. there, i've said it.

it's not that its much wrong with the city, it's just not that fun, nor interesting. fashionwise it seems like everyone want's to be about forty years old in paris, the height of your career, maybe like your parent when you were a kid. And only seening fall/winter collections all in black and maybe, if you're lucky, a little grey when it's august and 25°C outside makes me feel ill. bah.

but one thing was nice in paris. walking. my poor shoes are almost worn through the soles now, and i'm still in wonder how my legs could bare it, even though they hurt a little towards the end.

I'm writing in the wrong order, because i was in amsterdam and antwerp before going to paris. so please excuse my parting from the timeline. thank you.

i miss the rising sun

I miss Japan and all my friends there, the short time i lived there gave me so much in so many ways. "I'll always have Tokyo", as Humphrey Bogart never said it.