The magic of a night ride. Copenhagen, Denmark. Part of the Suburbia series
March 2014, Copenhagen: The invisible child
March 2014, Copenhagen: I’ll always think of Copenhagen as the place where things came together. The crossing of impossible borders by actually getting to Europe (I still cannot believe I got there, and am going back again), artists to collaborate with, a different atmosphere, and overall, a different (better) kind of self to be.
March 2014, Copenhagen: For an aspiring nomad, I’ve done no travelling at all for the last 5 months. Heading to Copenhagen for a couple of weeks in the middle of March for my first duty as an official Fuji X-Photographer among other things, kicked this gypsy back in action.
“Wonderful wonderful Copenhagen!” was the refrain that greeted me over the phone line, every time my Dad was reminded it was where I was heading in July for another, extended Mad and Magic Raving reunion. It turns out that centuries ago, Dad had a pen pal from Copenhagen, and it’s been a European city that has lingered in his consciousness since then, though he’s never been.