Romantic Prose

words and creations from a british girl with curls in her hair and ribbons in her shoes

I have been pretty quiet on here lately as I’ve been hiding away making things ready for Christmas and voila!

I made this little ring out of fine silver chain and some matching boxes to go-with, made from old book pages. These two were from an old Danish copy of Ivanhoe!

If you would like one you can find the link here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/SmukkeSmykke

:)

Shortly before I left my dear Copenhagen there was an amazing festival on called Images Festival which took over Dronning Louises Bro and celebrated multiculturalism and world everything.
At the bottom of the bridge by the neon Irma signs they had a brilliant little setup called ‘Remake’ where they had lots of recycled activities, free found food and my personal favourite, a little odds and ends jewellery station where I made these little guys. I realised that all you need is a little drill with a 1.5mm bit, a glue gun, some funny little plastic things and jewellery bits and hours of fun can be had!
The best part of this was seeing everyone getting involved, not just children (who were surprisingly in the minority) but grannies, hipsters and stoners alike. Some truly awesome quirky crap was being created a la above.

(The middle thing is a candle holder btw.)

Shortly before I left my dear Copenhagen there was an amazing festival on called Images Festival which took over Dronning Louises Bro and celebrated multiculturalism and world everything.

At the bottom of the bridge by the neon Irma signs they had a brilliant little setup called ‘Remake’ where they had lots of recycled activities, free found food and my personal favourite, a little odds and ends jewellery station where I made these little guys. I realised that all you need is a little drill with a 1.5mm bit, a glue gun, some funny little plastic things and jewellery bits and hours of fun can be had!

The best part of this was seeing everyone getting involved, not just children (who were surprisingly in the minority) but grannies, hipsters and stoners alike. Some truly awesome quirky crap was being created a la above.

(The middle thing is a candle holder btw.)

This was pinned up in a lovely bookshop called ‘Rubaeks Boger’ on Jaegersborggade. I thought that it summed up a real truth of the world.
The shop is run by two friends who offered us free juice, played records from their little collection of David Bowie, Lou Reed and Dolly Parton and generally liked my friend and I just hanging out and chatting about books, music and Copenhagen. And I also bought a great book from them with cuttings from Vanity Fair from 1920-1939 which had some great pictures and funny little articles in it.
 I’m hoping that nice places like this continue to pop up and survive, that’s the great thing about Copenhagen, small businesses aren’t completely drowned out by the big bosses just yet.

Read more and support your local bookshop!
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
11)    Passport
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 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

11)    Passport

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.

Waddaya think?
x.

Swan Lake
 
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.

Swan Lake

 

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.

Matchmaking

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.