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.
We love Copenhagen so expect us to be biased. We hug trees, and we love street art, flea markets, old cars and new ideas. We go everywhere by bike, and nowhere without a camera. We worship freedom of speech and believe in democracy, but we have long since lost faith in our politicians. Me and my big mouth.