What inspires me? I will show you what inspired me in Berlin, and explain why if I can. The first thing that I spotted from across the street was this rooster, it was love at first sight.
He is made from a black garbage bag, by a South African woman based in Berlin. Have you ever seen a cooler creature? Of course I am a sucker for anything with a face, but mostly I am madly inspired by the fact that you can turn an everyday object into something this fantastic. He lives with me now.
Crazy yum! A street collage in sexy layers created by the surroundings, by the weather, pollution and people brushing up against it. If the flyers had all been in one piece, I would not have looked twice, or spent ten minutes trying to capture it in the freezing cold. Flaws are my favorite thing.
The mixed techniques.. I don't know. I break out in a happy sweat every time I look at this.
And this one, mmmm SO good:
Life sized guy, made from old wallpaper. He reminds me of the graphic posters from the 1950s.
The exception to the pretty-is-boring rule, is when you put a terrycloth turban on it, then it totally works.
The weird little stores that sell these things, are my favorites, the perfect hunting ground. Ugh, I should have bought this one, and worn the turban in the shower. What was I thinking? Why is this so good? Because it is a collage? The colors? The perfect mix of ugly and "pretty"? I can't get tired of looking at this picture, so strange.
But the most inspiring thing is the journey itself, and how every little step of the day is different. I am such a creature of habit, so these trips outside the comfort zone are a requirement. This, and the one that came right before it, is nothing short of the best coffee I have ever had:
The Double Eye coffee shop, introduced to me by the sweet Amalie and Allan. Behold the Double Eye special: condensed milk, heavenly espresso and foamy milk on top. Is it odd that I get inspired by this? I have a big smile on my face right now, just from looking at it.
Wow, this has been the longest break from posting in the history of Classic Copenhagen, due to a sucky case of a broken heart that has left me speechless, followed by an escape to Berlin that turned out to be stripped of internet connection. If you are still around, brace yourself for a heavy dose of Berlin spam. Part one:
Street art is the urban equivalent of truffles, and in Copenhagen they are getting still harder to come by. I miss these bursts of creativity so much it hurts, and every time I spot another piece, it picks me right up.
Mixed media yum.
By Regnbuebanden (the rainbow gang).
Lock on piece from Tejn, pulled by this litte guy:
Dannebrog. We're slowly reclaiming our flag after the reign of the evil (un-)Danish People's Party.
The graffiti van. Some say vandalism, others say safety in traffic.
Most of us agree on this one:
But it doesn't have to be big, loud or angry to be good. Weird works too.