Københavner

Chris and I drove into 'Mitte' yesterday to attend the launch of a new magazine, 'Københavner' (Copenhagener). It was everything I haven't missed about Copenhagen: pretentious hipsters known for nothing, thinking they own the world while they're flauting their red lipstick and starving eyes, well-trimmed moustaches and man-earrings dangling down from a Hitler haircut. OK, that doesn't sound nice; it was actually rather fun, as I do love to observe that type of people as they sip champagne and talk about their quest for good Goa-literature and how fabulous their lives are. We paid 50 kr (!) for a copy of the new magazine and although I haven't read it yet, it looks rather interesting; stories about Copenhagen in the past, present and future flavoured with cool photos on raw paper. Chris and I didn't stay for long. We went down to the water to eat an overprized (sorry, I just came back from Berlin...) salad and wash down hipster-land with a beer before catching up with one of her friends back in the crowd. Where we discussed poop-parties and whether or not it's best to pee on a piece of cobber in order to make it green the fastest... Maybe we weren't better than the rest of them.

 We sat opposite Thorvaldsens Museum (on the far left) and Christiansborg (the parliament building with the brown roof).

 The magazine.

 We went down one of the eldest streets in Copenhagen, Magstræde. Where the houses are cute and small and crooked.

 A københavner. At least for now. Apparently one city isn't big enough for Chris and I, and we only have about a month and a half in Cph together before she heads to London to be a big time architect.

 Another københavner (although a slightly goofy looking one). Went to the registration office today after work, and now I'm no longer a Berlin citizen (...)