Saturday, January 31, 2015

Wall of Shoes

Copenhagen -- Part Ten

This is just a side note for an earlier post about the Wall of Shoes. It took Jacob 8 hours to build the shoe wall. There were around 300 shoes on the wall, and he collected 75 pairs for the homeless in Copenhagen.

What a great project!

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Jeans Statue

Copenhagen -- Part Nine

Jeans on a facade of building worn by an invisible model. The popularity of denims raises the question: If they went out of fashion tomorrow, what would a great chunk of the population wear? Click When and How Jeans Became Popular, a fun article on the history of these beloved pants. My oldest pair is close to ten years old. In jeans years, that is past retirement age. Needless to say, I do not wear them anymore. 

That pair on the wall was made water-resistant and placed on a piece of plywood as a base that is secured to the wall by screws. See that little dark speck up on the right-hand side at crotch level for one of the screws.  

Note to self: Jeans are plural. Always. Even when it's a pair. Jeez.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Shoes in Shades

 Copenhagen -- Part Eight

The other employee from the same boutique. He was dressed impeccably in new jeans and a white shirt. I wish I could have engaged in the eloquent conversation he had with my friend about his job. It looks like his shoes are two different shades. 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Model of Shoes

Copenhagen -- Part Seven

My friendly shoe model, an employee at a downtown boutique. Curious about the ongoing conversation, he walked out to the front of the store. I got that big smile. Watching in surprise, my friend couldn't help but giggle to learn about my interest that seemed a bit odd to her. I got two seconds to take the shot.

And hygge, all around again: an atmosphere; not feeling like a stranger but being at ease; open conversations -- not just simply being nice and friendly. A dance party on the street stretching into the night. New dads pushing strollers. Waves and waves of bikers with kids and dogs. A conversation with a stranger as if you were old friends. A young family on roller skates, with the father explaining to me how proud he is to be a Dane. And how contempt content he is to be able to live for his dreams. A girl on a boat with a whistle in her mouth, dancing and waving to everyone who'd care to notice.

Note to self: Ooh you lousy phonetics! I just wrote contempt for content. There is a teeny-weeny difference there in meaning. D'ohh! Don't mind that the Danes are the happiest people in Europe.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Wall of Shoes -- Din sko, din historie, ny start

Copenhagen -- Part Six

"Your shoes, your story, my start" -- It's hard to walk in downtown Copenhagen without noticing the Wall of Shoes, an art installation by Jacob Amsgaard, a local artist. According to the description:
All shoes have a story along with their owner, but not everybody has shoes. Do you have a pair of shoes with a story you would like to share? And give a new start? The installation on this wall was created on Saturday the 12th of July 2014.  During 8 hours shoes were collected in order to unite creativity and the possibility to help other people. All excess shoes and donations have been given to GRACE KBH.

I wanted to know just how many pairs were collected. As it happened, while checking out the gravity-obeying shoelaces and some of the high heels, I lost count of the shoes.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Copenhagen Flowers

Copenhagen -- Part Five

Our visit to Copenhagen last summer coincided with Copenhagen Fashion Week. The picture of a pastry shop window seen above was taken in the heart of downtown. I like the hanger that appears to be hanging in thin air.

A dome-shaped cake decorated with marzipan flowers was also on display. Unfortunately, I couldn't take a decent shot of the cake. And I couldn't take a decent bite of the cake, either. 

Friday, January 2, 2015

Elves in a Box

Copenhagen -- Part Four

First came a series of strange high-pitched sounds -- a rapid sequence of squeaks as if coming from the hinges on a rusty gate. Now imagine if this rusty gate started to squabble in a squeaky voice. And from time to time, the squabble was interrupted with a hearty giggle. In the distance, a small gathering started to form. I glimpsed an odd formation -- a platform as high as a table with three holes on top of which three heads stuck out.

The three heads moved in harmony while the one in the middle talked. He produced those alien sounds, a total gibberish, with such confidence as to make us believe that we just heard an intelligible and yet undiscovered language. 'Don't you guys get it, I am TELLING you.' I was dying to know what he was saying. I thought that if only I could listen carefully or long enough everything would make sense. So I waited and just kept my eyes on him. What did the others do? Some took up seats on a nearby bench and made themselves comfortable and the rest stood around with dropped jaws in great anticipation.