Copenhell

I was hoping my scatter-brain-syndrome would pass, but it looks like I am stuck in this mode for at least a little while longer. It doesn’t make for coherent blog-posts, but I’m thinking a little noise is better than none at all? On the subject of which I just experienced my first Copenhell, legendary Copenhagen metal festival. A few highlights of the line up: Alice In Chains, Amon Amarth, Cancer Bats, In Flames and what has to be the most intense concert experience of my life, by Down. ARRRRHHHHH, I still get goosebumps thinking about that performance. No cameras were allowed, except camera phones, so this was the best I could do:

 

By every new band entering the stage, a ball of fire was shot off, turning into a ring of smoke, before evaporating to the sound of pure energy.

I was really surprised how gentle and considerate the crowd were. There were none of that pushy cattle behavior you find at the mainstream festivals. Crowd surfing goes in the front:

The devil likes hard, energetic music, and he is as always in the details. 

(No doubt this will earn me another pissy mail from the crazy German woman hahaha)

The rookie (yours truly) vs. the pro:

Everywhere I go...

... I always take the weather with me.

I may have overheard someone name this the best blowjob of the festival.

Eventually this scatter-brain thing will pass. Right?

 

How it works

This is apparently how it works: if I don’t have the camera, I don’t take the pictures. And, if I don’t have the pictures, I can’t find the words. Since my camera died, and left me with the replacement, I have gone from taking a 100+ pictures a day, to less than ten. It is not so much a writer's block, as a photographer’s one. No one is more surprised by this than me. Or frustrated. Insert curse word. Hell, insert two.

Mint

I love that someone in the centre of the city loves mint. They love mint so much that they made a window. I also love that it is not a storefront, as far as I can tell it is not trying to sell you anything, it is just a window in a pretty dress.

 

We love mint. 

Spelled in shadow. Mmmmmm.

♥

 

A grainy ride

Another contender for free parking in Copenhagen, the Citroën:

(getting reacquainted with the replacement camera, it's a grainy ride)

Car lurkers lesson: key for a controlled reflection is to wear a black dress.

Mmmm. And a slice of Morris:

(I miss my camera, dammit!)

Party: on

Copenhagen is blooming, and everything that I have been longing for is finally here at full steam. I am running around myself in circles, trying to take it all in while it lasts. My camera died, only two years and eight months in. For someone who carried that baby around every day, it is pretty damn unbearable. Maybe it is time to ask Canon if they will supply me with a new one, for credit? You know, the going currency these days.

Right now we are mid-Distortion, the monster street party moving from one part of the city to the other. Opening day was on Nørrebro this time, and it made all the difference. Instead of the bloated second day bender, we got people chilling in the sun and easing into the mood. You have to admire how so many people gathered in one spot, get along so well. There is no sign of pushing or violence, just happy people everywhere, by the hundreds of thousands. Pretty impressive.

Evening sun on the bridge and a giant disco ball got the party started.

It is pretty simple, really: if there is a giant disco ball, that is where you'll find me.

Alternatively look for me by the balloons.

Peekaboo.

People on roof tops, and hanging out of the windows.

And lots of alcohol. Followed by lots of deposit collectors.

For the first time in the Distortion days, since I can remember, it didn’t look like a toilet exploded. Which makes little sense, because there were so few toilets made available. Maybe it was because the men got creative...

Kind of gross, but at least you don't have to deal with the smell afterwards. I was debating with myself how to mask his private parts (not that any of them made the effort themselves), this was the best I could come up with. Evil little dot, sorry dude, but that is the risk you take when you whip it out in public.

Tryghedskorps, the safety squad, I spotted two helping a crazy drunk man. Safety is a big priority, and the Copenhagen Police are live tweeting the whole thing. They have even borrowed a noisy chopper from the army, to make sure everything runs smoothly. I still miss the equestrian police, good for much the same thing, but sadly that department was shut down last year. If you want horses, go dance under one.

In one of the pop-up parties in the side streets, random bursts of smoke would appear, and engulf everyone for a brief moment. I walked right into it as he kissed her.

Favorite moment.

Distortion is up and running until Sunday, but someone else will have to take it from here.

I have flea markets to attend/lilacs to sniff/trees to save/so much to do.

♥

Something rotten

Now for the bad news: the beautiful oasis (previous post) surrounding retirement home Sølund is scheduled for demolition. Along with the only 32 year old 390 perfectly functioning, and affordable lake view apartments.

But why?
Officially because according to new rules and regulations, a few inches are missing here and there. Admittedly they have not been keeping up with maintenance, so things need replacing. But more likely the real reason is profit. Twentyfive million Danish Crowns to demolish, and a billion Crowns to build something that closely resembles a fortress. A monstrosity reaching all the way to the curb. The property and the buildings are owned by the city of Copenhagen, making a profit selling off our land to the developer.



Less for more
The project is marketed as a “green super retirement home” (check them praise themselves here). But it is far from super. Fact is, the density of space is going from 150% (standard space for homes in the city) to 185% (standard space for offices). The lake view is restricted to the hallways, the elderly will get a nice view of the street and the courtyard, and very little direct sun. In return they will pay a steep rent, as rent control does not apply to apartments built after 1992. The green part? A public roof garden, replacing the 100+ trees, plants, flowers and bushes, and the entire ecosystem that occupies them.

Entrance to the underground parking. All cars should be buried this way.

Something rotten
By law the neighbors were supposed to be consulted before the plan was set in motion, but they skipped that part. Tina Saaby, recently appointed City Architect of Copenhagen chose her old firm, in which she was a co-owner, to do the bidding, and helped pick them as a winner of the project. If there is not a law against that, I suggest they make one.

Save the Ladytree
The Ladytree is the crown jewel of the small Sølund forest. A rare 150 year old female Gingko Biloba, so resistant to viruses and pollution that it takes a chainsaw to bring her down. Being among one of the tallest trees in the city, she was carefully planned into the existing project. There is even a letter from the City Architect back then, stating his respect for the old tree, of course she was to be spared. Today she is just considered a mere casualty.

 

The Ladytree got herself a little treehugger.

Today's leafy edition.

You can't look up at this old tree and not be in ave, it is breathtaking. Much bigger than you think.

Removing this old tree should not even be an option, it is irreplaceable. And, it is so close to the street that you can easily build on the existing line. A consideration worthy of a city named the European Green Capital 2014. Wouldn’t you say? Unfortunately Ayfer Baykal, our Copenhagen mayor of trees, is the one pushing to demolish the oasis and close the underground parking space, returning eighty cars to our streets.

The obvious solution?

Renovating it. Just imagine what could be done with this, for a fraction of the cost. Work with what you got, preserve and restore. Now that would be green. And if you need something alltogether different for the elderly, build it somewhere else, the city have many vacant lots around town. It is not hard to find another use for Sølund. Students are in desperate need of housing in Copenhagen, stuck in camping lots and youth hostels. But the city would rather talk (endlessly) about building them something new, than making use of what they already have at hand. If all of this makes any sense to you, please help me understand.

For anyone interested in reading up on this and confirming facts, here are some links about Sølund (all in Danish):

Forslag til lokalplan Sølund Plejecenter fra møde 13 maj 2013 (dok. på bebyggelsesprocent 185%)

Borgergruppen Sølund for alle, på Facebook 

Det Nye Sølund
Tina Saaby, tidl. medejer af Witraz 

Links to the Ladytree (all in Danish):

Dametræet på Red Byens Træer

Og her og her.

Dametræet i Ekstra Bladet

Oprettet og meldt truet i Dansk Dendrologisk Forening

(These were the last pictures taken with my camera, before it died, I hope they will make a difference)

Feast your eyes

Yesterday it rained non-stop, and the day before that was pretty much the same. Rain means the camera can’t play, and that makes it a little less fun to breathe. The plan was to photograph the beautiful green spot, the mini forest surrounding the retirement home Sølund, down my block. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, and shot the whole thing crouching under an umbrella. This place. It is fenced off somewhat, to keep the tenants from getting lost as some of them suffer from dementia. But of course there is a way in. There always is.

Tiny Sølund reflected and multiplied in raindrops, if you look closely...

The apartments all have a funny angle, designed to offer everyone a lakeview. So clever.

Funny thing is, after all these years as my next door neighbor, it is only now I notice the cool play with colors, in the windows. Yum. But I came for the trees, wild, ancient, rare and diverse. Posing for me in their brand new spring green coats.


 


Even if this garden is reserved for the elderly, it still soothes our entire neighborhood. And, the trees, bushes and plants cleans the air, polluted by the heavy traffic across the lakes. Watching the trees through the cycles of life, budding, blooming, shedding, balding and budding all over again, is part of what makes a city livable. Part of what makes life livable, really.



The parking is neatly tucked away underground, it is almost like the cars are sucked in by a leafy catarpillar. And the cherry trees are shedding, covering the floor in a creamy blanket.

Mad romance...

...even for snails.

(fogging up)

Feast your eyes on all this beauty, before I rip your hearts out. Try not to think about what comes next...

Moments

Days are made from series of moments. Moments are made of a tricky stuff. They can be hard to come by, are easily missed, and when you are blue, they can be impossible to see. And then in just two sunny days, Copenhagen will offer them up like pearls on a never ending string.

The Hitchkock blonde.

A hit of color.

A hit of cycle chic. Men can play that game too, you know.

A ladybug pedicap driver taking a break under a rescued bunker tree, by the lakes.

A red wall reflected in a window, visible only from this particular angle, I tried to move closer, and it disappeared, kind of magical. Perfectly illustrating why the classic Copenhagen window frame is named after our flag, Dannebrog. And... I think it is summer. Dare I say?

We are back in sandals.

Picking up on the outdoor activities.

I wish some moments could last.

♥