I’m doing a fashion column on a regular basis for the new magazine FORMAT. It takes point of departure in East Coast versus West Coast fashion. This is the first issue.
This song is so funny. It reminds me of Denmark and all the good, the bad, the blood, sweat and tears I left on the banks in the neck of my woods. And being back in Copenhagen this morning it only makes sense to post it… God, I’m jetlagged and tired after a kick-ass trip to NYC. Wow! Today is time to regroup and spend some quality time with my family…
Sitting here contemplating over the last couple of weeks with a glass of Ott Bandol Rosé, crackers, frozen grapes, gummi bears, a big fat smile and loving how this stay in NYC turned out so far. The past week has been a mix of ‘Work Hard, Play Hard’. One of my all time favorite ‘structures’, because when push comes to shove: I’m not much of a ‘structure person’. I like my ever changing schedule and bohemian way of life. I booked a couple of jobs in NYC and convinced some
It is the weirdest thing. This time when I got into NYC and was anticipating the crazy, warm sensation rolling over me that I usually get when I cross the Williamsburg Bridge entering Manhattan from JFK. The joyous madness of being in love with the city that never sleeps and all it has to offer. However, something was different this time. And it wasn’t the cab, the smell, the July heat or the city lights from the concrete jungle. No, it was me. My feelings were different…. I didn’t feel
Got into Manhattan early evening yesterday after 4 days at the beach out East. Getting off the bus Midtown the heat was almost unbearable. Trash floating around on the sidewalks waiting to be picked up sometime after midnight, contributes to a smell so horrible it’s without comparison. If you have ever been to NYC in July you know what I’m talking about. I jumped in a cab and went home to The Village where I took a shower and jumped in another cab for a biz dinner at the new