02 May 2018

Back in Börlin

It's hard to believe it's been 2,5 years since I was in Berlin with AnCa. It feels like a year, tops. But despite wanting to see friends in the city, I haven't had the urge to go back for a long time. It might sound strange coming from me who couldn't get enough of Berlin 7 years ago, but now it feels more like a closed chapter, albeit an absolutely wonderful one. It's a different part of me now. But I must say that it was great being back this past weekend. It was just as it should be; not too nostalgic but not too distant either. A perfect mix of feeling at home and feeling like a visitor. A few glimpses;
 It was 25 degrees and full on summer-spring as it can only be in Berlin. Trees everywhere and a lazy mood.
We had breakfast at Silo (Gabriel-Max-Straße 4, Friedrichshain) one morning and it was better than I remember. The menu had changed and it was delicious. The coffee was outstanding, too, though that hadn't changed.
I have never been a big fan of Friedrichshain. I'm more of a Kreuzberg-Neukölln kind of girl and love the U8-vibe just as much as the next hipster. But Karl-Marx-Allee has always meant something special to me and it was good seeing this impressive place again.
We walked through the foodmarket at Boxhagener Platz on Saturday and came back for the fleamarket on Sunday.
Here I am in front of a bush of lilacs that smelled insanely good.
 We went to see Hertha Berlin play Augsburg and I was completely out of my comfort zone. A little like the time I went to Milan to watch Formula 1 with the boys - but this football match grew on me. Particularly because it's fascinating getting a glimpse into a strange world, and because places like those are great for people-watching.
 Saturday night, we met up with Cordula for dinner and drinks and dancing. And ridiculous photos, of course. My god, my party photo game isn't what it used to be.
 Og Berlin, your facades and boxy cars...
On Sunday night, we biked to Kreuzberg to have Best Meal In Bread (just as 2011!) and sit by Admiralbrücke with a beer. When we biked over the tracks by Warschauer Straße, the sun was going down and it sent rays of happiness directly into my old Berlin heart. What a perfect way to say goodbye. It might be 2,5 years until next time but it's OK. Berlin will always be a part of my skin.

23 March 2018

Two months

Winter was supposed to be over a few weeks ago but it's holding on, sending frosty winds down the streets that make my eyes water. I'm still wearing my red winter jacket and my phone finally gave up because of the minus degrees. Hopefully, it was winter's last sacrifice. Time is moving fast and slow at the same time and I feel like I'm in my own bubble. Sometimes I manage to capture moments on my phone, other times I let them unfold without having to document them. I kind of prefer the latter. However, these are some glimpses of things caught on the phone:
January 27, 12.37. I meet Chris and Iben for brunch at Ipsen & Co. I was sick but tried to get through the days and it definitely helped being in good company.
February 2, 11.13. I love this corner of my living room.
February 7, 13.23. I'm working and the sun is sort of shining.
February 10, 19.23. Vanessa, Jonas and I are on a food exploration tour in an old villa in Østerbro. It's kind of weird but good fun, and afterwards we go out for pizzas.
February 13, 9.30. Ida and I hadn't seen each other for over a year when we met up at new hipster hub Andersen & Maillard on Nørrebrogade. The coffee was good and the slices of bread enormous. But the best thing was catching up with Ida who's had one crazy year with a documentary out and her fight for body positivism.
 February 16, 13.54. I took this photo of my happy self in a bus on my way to run errands. I had just talked with my mom who said that my niece was on her way. It was such a surreal moment running around town like I usually do knowing that in Aarhus, a new important person was being born.
 Same day, 14.50. I was borrowing my father's apartment that day and had a date night where we celebrated with champagne when we heard the news of Eva's birth in the evening. What an amazing night it was.
February 17, 11.03. We woke up to birds singing and the sun shining over Østerbro. It felt like spring was finally on its way but days later, it snowed and turned icy cold. It's like that every single year.
February 23, 13.08. My mom and I went to Aarhus and we had lunch at my favourite spot in the city, La Cabra. It never disappoints.
February 24, 12.32. Look at those two new parents. "We've fallen even more in love after having Eva," my brother said with a blissful face and I melted a little.
February 27, 14.33. Back in Copenhagen I soaked up every ray of sun I could.
March 2, 12.08. With March came the snow and it seems it hasn't gone away since. But it does brighten up my lovely yellow courtyard.
March 4, 11.34. A leaf is twisting and on its way on the monstera.
March 8, 13.22. And there it is in all its bright green glory. Today, the leaf is as big as the one in the foreground, and it's almost the same colour.
March 9, 13.26. After an interview in one of those small houses, I took a picture as the snow was falling. I was in a bad mood and tired of winter.
March 16, 7.46. I love my early breakfast mornings. This one was at Prolog in Kødbyen with Chris, the day before she left for a 3 week trip to Asia. I can't wait to hear adventures over an early breakfast when she returns.
 March 20, 17.47. The other day, the sky was blue and the sun golden as I walked past Storkespringvandet on my way home.
 March 21, 12.38. I was contemplating taking a nap there.
March 22, 9.42. I went for morning coffee here, my favourite neighbourhood coffee place. The owner knows what I want as soon as I enter, and this morning we talked about Interpol playing over the stereo. He was happy I could recognize it.

26 January 2018


Next week, I'll be in a podcast talking about nostalgia. So over the last week, I've thought a lot about nostalgia, about how it's both a blessing and a curse. I've had long periods of my life where I couldn't be present because I longed for a time I could never have back. Now, I see the nostalgia more as a blessing. Something I use creatively when I write and something that makes me very grateful for the moments I've experienced. So I looked back at old photos and thought I'd share some with you;
 This photo of Marlene and AnCa is from my 23rd birthday in Berlin. We got so incredibly drunk and I had a fever that I drank away - and lost my voice in the process. It was such a fun night.
 From the second time in Italy with the girls. It was May and we grilled arrosticini beneath the mountains.
 When Jonas turned 24 in 2013, I came to Copenhagen from Berlin for the birthday party. I remember it as a very red night, and AnCa was there too, so we could take lots of weird party photos as always.
 Sølve looked cool as always when AE graduated from high school in 2015.
 My grandparents took me on many great North Jutland road trips when they still lived there. This is from one of them where we passed a great bird watching spot.
 From the summer where I photographed a lot on film (2012).
 NP on a donkey in the Israeli desert in 2011. What a trip! I was thrown off the same donkey about twenty minutes later...
 My aunt eating ice cream in the summer of 2014.
 The brothers in Italy over Christmas 2015. Notice the skilled grillers compared to the troubled Italian next to them...
 From one of the first weeks as roomies in 2014. Oh, we had many talks on that bench with beers and cigarettes!
 Light hair and browned skin and siblings taking a bath sometime in the beginning of the 1990s.
 I remember taking this photo in the summer of 2012. I was coming out of my leaving-Berlin-depression and this was one of the first moments I realized living in Copenhagen wasn't so bad.
 One of many band photos, 2009.
 My room in Berlin looking messy as always. It was a good place.
 AnCa walking home from a trip to Moabit in the spring of 2011. We felt like we owned the world.
 Chris and Iben at a party at the architecture school back when they were students there, 2009 or 2010.
 Walking after an Easter lunch, probably drunk, probably 2009. Oh Amalie's legendary pink leather vest!
 First day of school, 1993.
 Young mom and me in Paris, 1988. I suppose this is where I understood that cafés in spring light is always a good idea.
 Easter egg hunt in the garden in 1998.
 My grandmother and my mom in Paris, 1988. They later told me they were laughing at a very naughty joke about one of our family members...
 Kat and I hitchhiking to Copenhagen in 2010. We were going over there to apply for internships and my life would never be the same.
 Autumn 2011. I was so deeply unhappy about being back in Copenhagen but Jonas took me out to get drunk and it helped a little bit.
 AE and I spent a long, humid day in Rome in 2015 waiting for an evening flight home to Denmark.
 My wonderful grandparents looking ever in love in 2011.
 The night we got drunk and ran down to swim in the sea and stole an ice cream sign on the way back. It was a week or so before I moved to Berlin in 2010.
 Kat on her legendary bike Ulla. I think this is taken on our 'farewell Copenhagen' bike ride before we moved to Aarhus to go to journalism school.
Roar came to visit me in Berlin in October 2010 and we spent many days partying and laughing.