After yesterdays art-spanking, I wanted to bring you a happy post, just to keep things in balance. And it was going to be easy, because today we had the biannual big outdoor flea market in my neighbourhood, with lots of juicy painted wood crates, and funny furniture and heavy old family photo albums, packed with black and white nostalgia. It was going to be so good. But then things took a turn. Fast.
Spring sky reflected in a beautiful folding mirror. Ravnsborggade 1 hour before meltdown.
Within minutes, the flea market turned into a war zone. Over a thousand bloated, masked, aggressive football fans swarmed the streets, destroying everything within reach, plastering big, ugly stickers and nazi propaganda on any and all surfaces. Today's football match is apparently between two local teams, and those of us who can't tell the difference and really don't care to, just get caught in this destructive inferno.
Usually the police direct the opposing teams supporters by a predestined route, far from each other, but for some reason this time the Brondby supporters chose to divert, and wreck an entire flea market. The heavily represented police succeeded in stopping them midways, and after a while the mob found another path.
Leaving this behind:
Bloated ignorants on vintage velvet. Just an hour ago the beautiful mirror was balancing on this...
In the press (Danish): here.