The Burning House
I spent this morning browsing through the archives of The Burning House, an on-going photographic project who ask:
“If your house was burning, what would you take with you? It’s a conflict between what’s practical, valuable and sentimental. What you would take reflects your interests, background and priorities. Think of it as an interview condensed into one question.”
So I decided to do my own. Granted I’m assuming it’s from my Copenhagen apartment where I have much less sentimental things than at my Parents house. I am a hoarder though so this still wasn’t easy.
1) Oversized Animal Teacups
2) Photograph of my Mother and my Nana
3) English and Danish keys
4) English and Danish Wallets
5) Jewellery Tin (with contents)
6) Portable knife / Wonder Tool
7) Viewfinder and slides
8) Playing Cards
9) Peanut Butter M&Ms
10) Altoids Tin with Hair Clips in
12) Notebooks and Muji Pen
13) My Nana’s cardigan which is the comfiest thing I own
14) The Warmest Gloves
15) Jars of hand-carved skulls from Tibet and Vintage 70’s plastic Cowboys and Indians from a flea-market
The Simpler Rings
I was experimenting with these simple rings back over Christmas and now the sun is out I’ve been sitting in it and making some more.
They can be layered up or worn on their own, placed on the crown of a pinky or wrapped around a thumb.
I also made a couple with maple leaves on ‘cus damn I love my leaves.
On Saturday evening a friend and I were enjoying the last of the days sunshine on the bridge with a bottle of cava to boot and opposite our bench a curious sight was taking place.
A swan was sitting on the foot path. Upon further observation we reasoned that it was probably sick. We then noticed the gathering of people cordoning off the swan, asking passers-by kindly to stay outside of their cordon to give the sick bird some space.
The ring-leader of this operation was a brilliant fellow with a raggedy fur hat, a pipe held in his gloved hand, his smoke drifting from behind a wise beard-and-moustache combo as the Copenhagen sun set behind him, glinting off of his round spectacles.
There seemed to be a spirit of HC Andersen in that moment, the man himself lying at peace not a mile north of the happening.
We sat back observing and drinking our bottle of cava happy to be alive and in the here and now in this beautiful country.
A Goonsquad Birthday Party
Easter weekend marked the beginning of my dear friend’s 26th year and to celebrate I spent the week DIY-ing bright coloured eggs and homemade confetti a la OhHappyDay to make a great easter egg hunt! The eggs were hidden around the botanic gardens with a little chick to guard each egg, one of which was a special golden glitter filled specimen.
Due to the slight bought of snow that day however we saved the egg smashing for the night-time revelry in our favourite meat packing haunt and headed for a warming Irish coffee at Din Nye Ven instead. Needless to say the glitter is still in scalps and in the gaps between floorboards around the city a week and a half later.
(Photos by the birthday girl @fayoonao herself)
It’s always nice to get things in the post
(even if it was a couple of weeks ago now, shh!)
Everyone should send more letters x.
I just stumbled across these beautiful matchbox labels, collected, curated and shared by someone called Shailesh Cavdar. They have been organised into country of origin which makes for interesting cultural observation, and I think that the India folder is one of my favourites, especially the printed photos of Bollywood stars.
I’ve always found it interesting how classic matchboxes remain, retaining dignity and beauty in their timeless design whilst retaining simplicity that is often overlooked, hidden in kitchens, camping sets and the pockets of smokers.
FleaMarket Finds #03
I picked up this amazing Vera Meat necklace from a collector of hers at a fashion flea market in Norrebro last weekend. It’s a dinosaur robot and he is AWESOME. I’ve been wearing every day since, it’s such a perfect weight and length.
True love. Roarrr
FleaMarket Finds #02
I fell in love with this picture as soon as I saw it. Her Black Dress, His Vacant Expression, The Elaborate and Over-The-Top Painted Background, the Bouquet.
I love how Old Danish photo frames have curved glass in the middle making them look like Victorian bell jars, the pictures inside oddities to be observed.
I like the idea that this may have been one of the couple’s first times in front of a camera, rather than the constant snapping and self-documentation of today.
Stick + Hook + Ribbon = Jewellery Holder
Just before it got quite so cold and icy I went for a walk in Faelledparken, a huge park area behind the hospital between Norrebro and Osterbro. Theres a lovely little lake with a bridge over it and the fresh air was crisp. I was looking for some good twigs to make little Christmas trees out of and generally enjoying foraging the undergrowth, looking at patterns on tree stumps and whatnot and I stumbled across this brilliant stick.
Inspired by an ornament I’d seen on a web-shop the week before I took the stick home, tied some ribbon to it and hung it from a hook in my room and hey presto, I have a lovely place to hang my necklaces, and some of the little stumps on it are perfect for hanging earrings off of.
Hoorah for foraging!
I’m working on something…