eating (my) way thru the holidays.

edamame 

blizzard

jasmine rice soup with white fish, vietnamese meatballs, carrots, and spring onions

hyldeblomst slushies made with fresh snow

wintertime hygge

christmas dinner: roasted duck with rosemary, thyme, oregano and grape jam glaze, with tandoori parsnips and potatoes

hobo scarf.

creating a frankenstein monster out of random wools (sourced from olivia's knitting basket, panduro hobby shop, and tiger's discount bin) with accumulated bits of scrap leather. currently knitting in a stripe of black rabbit fur while watching love actually. somehow, this scarf has become a blanket.

the last days.

four days of danny barron, epic weekend: last friday bar, disorientingly enough on thursday, studenterhuset for local band inouwee, stolen jameson and aqvavit in the girls' bathroom, night ends in cuddling with bryn, danny, and simon. shopping all friday afternoon, stuffed pig hearts for dinner with bryn and danny devolves into gin and juice, cracking into vodka, throwing down in jolene's until closing, tent session at bryn's until 6am, no signs of sun. slept all saturday, roasted a flæskesteg for intern festivus, love potlucks and late night runs.

they should have been suede.

finished a pair of high-waisted pants——in a olive-brown brushed twill with espresso-brown leather trim——past friday and spent the next five days trashing them before they even had hems.

teeshirt - hanes, glasses - versace, suspenders - marc by marc jacobs, pants - michael huang,
boots - mentor.

the longcut 'gravity in crisis'

disasterweekend.

rough times, baby.

welcome back, mr ford.

makes me want chinese takeaway.

thanksgiving leftovers

thanksgiving weekend means two turkeys, four bottles of wine, food comas. julefrokost means two outfit changes, three-course meals, too many shots of schnapps, depleting red wine supply, gin-n-tonics,  biking home at 6am, two days of straight-up coma. blizzards ruin my life.

blazer, tuxedo shirt, waistcoat, tie - all vintage, trousers - rag+bone, boots - mentor

the dreamers

newspaper pants

after being useless all day in the office, started the afternoon with some hooky. haggled for emerald green leather scraps, traced and cut pant pattern pieces. dinner is beer-roasted duck on bed of bacon, celery, mushrooms, parsnips and potatoes. 

sidenote: danny barron is coming to town!

first snow. no denying winter.

bottin 'discocracy'

obsessed with this mix from oki-ni, a store that is undoubtably too cool for me.

   OKI-NI mix series, the Bottin issue. by bottin

oh yea...mallorca.

fog rolling in over the mountains of deia.

watercolors on the floor of my hotel room.

palma with courtney and the group.

nothing but facade.

crack of sky.

trespassing, backstreets.

catedral de palma de mallorca.

gaudy, gaudi shit.

es baluard museu d'art modern i contemporani

train to sóller

follow the leader x blind contour drawings.

quality time with my self-timer on the hike down to cala de deia.

cala de deia.

so, turns out i went to mallorca two weeks ago, but only just got around to uploading photos. now, sitting in my room in shit-cold københavn, traffic rumbling on the street outside open window, struggling to bring myself to acknowledge winter. i miss the fresh olives, the orange groves, the blinding sun, and the dead silence in the pitch black of night; so friggin' over noise pollution.

midnight snack.

while waiting for ung, rig og berømt to come on zulu (pathetic), got bored, got super hungry, made braised brussels sprouts with a beef and parsnip hash, a little brown sugar, chili, and bacon. might make seconds.