If you are still around, it means you were not spooked by a post without words. That is good to know these days, when everything including my vocabulary is frozen. I'm telling you, it's Siberia here. It is also strangely affecting my camera, only a year and a half in, refusing to operate under any kind of humidity and/or subzero conditions. Unless it feels like it. I am now at the point where I feel unbelievably grateful when it works. I was especially happy when I succeeded in catching my own shadow.
No snow in the streets, but don't let that fool anyone, brrr.
And I feel like I say this all the time, but: it's fashion week in Copenhagen again (only in fashion will you call three days a week). Every time I keep waiting for someone to do something different. Maybe I am waiting for the newly hatched generations of designers, or even the design school rejects to rebel somehow, take the streets, or... something. In a move to preserve my sanity (and not slip into a coma, and die of boredom) I am going to bring my own goodie bag to Copenhagen fashion week tomorrow. Maybe nobody will notice, maybe someone will get really pissed off, maybe I will feel alive and exited. I will let you know how it turns out.