What is this? I find myself gravitating towards what I have up until now only thought of as a uniform blur: graffiti. Not the senseless tagging you find on mailboxes and the old bridge, but the wild, elaborate and colorful pieces, lining the waterfront in an old industrial area of Copenhagen. I was invited along for a ride (never again shall I put off such an offer), and by the end of the day 400 shots in, both head and camera was spinning. There was so much and it is replaced so fast that I have to return. And one piece that is so long and so mad that the context can only be conveyed on film. It will have to be a drive by shooting, one hand on the handlebar, one eye on the viewfinder and full steam ahead.
No, this is not it, but still good. And check the hexagonal floor pattern, oh.