olivia and squirrels

olivia, back from holland, inevitably equals shenanigans: creamy potatoes from french chicken, vintage green works just fine, panfried whitefish, hot tub time machine might be my new favorite movie, midnight photoshoot means trespassing at carlsberg factory, dawdling home.

camo jacket - gap kids, oversize sweater - flea market, jeans - TRS, boots - mentor

dust-bowl farmers, intern potluck

the best theme parties are ones thrown by smart folk, where the theme is obscure and semi-subjective, and where guests have absolutely no idea what the theme actually is, only that there is a theme, one that will inevitably result in strange attire all around. we just got so drunk that we didn't really give two shits. took a chunk out of the cauliflower in the bathroom; i have no idea.

after a day of laying around in bed recuperating from friday night, went to emma's for intern potluck. made spinach egg-drop soup, ate too much of too many things, celebrated christiania's thirty-nineth birthday, ended up building a fort in bryn's apartment. 

i fucking love forts.

coincidental primaries, stripes

great minds think alike...great minds think for themsleves. 

nico and me: deconstructed tee - ymer dress (courtesy tamar s.), striped tank - h+m, jeans - TRS (courtesy nick b.-n.)

thanks, robin williams.

casual friday masquerading as monday

camo jacket - gap kids, teeshirt - east west (brothers), satchel - quiksilver, khakis - michael huang

french braids, meat town

friday bar at DIS means well-deserved beers, getting hair french-braided by nico after work. biding time in garden alcoves at christiania with bryn and joe; picnic table silliness, serious doctor ruth session. attempts at black diamond were thwarted by stampede of danish freshmen, fences, uncooperative staff who wouldn't let us sneak in through the backdoor. fuckers. 

cosy at an unprecedentedly early eight o'clock. free sommersbys and finger sandwiches make for excellent hobo dinner, munchmunch. bryn pussying out early leaves joe and me unpatrolled, uncontrolled: drunken quest for meat town's finest results in sneaking in tallboys, dancing to dubstep at bakken, papers from the dj, smoking on a loading dock, blackout shawarma, wait, what?

spent saturday afternoon recuperating, finishing up khaki pants, shopping for bobbypins, bacon and eggs. pregame at emma's leads to party at emma's leads to killing a fifth of whiskey is a fantastic way to start an evening. throwing moves at jolene, when interns attack, photos in a bathroom i don't remember pissing in, tom cruisin' up a couch, dancing on a table until closing. two cheers for making it home alive.

being sick, gross.

caught something on the study tour, stomach all jacked up. work seems slow for the first time in months, but maybe we've just gotten better at dealing with the AD chaos-shitstorm. in the works for this afternoon: xiania run, asian groceries, craft-time with assorted individuals.

wrap shirt - dries van noten (courtesy tamar s.), teeshirt - polo jeans (customized), 
jeans - TRS (courtesy nick b.-n.), boots -  mentor

western denmark: epilogue.

made the decision to go out at ten-thirty after serious computer fails, inability to watch the latest project runway. six-pack from the 7-11 is all i need to start the night. pregaming with emma's buddha, squirrely bikeride into town, bubbies dodging taxis, cosy with davide, anders, etc., puking on the side of the road on the way home. cute. real cute.

shirt - diesel (handshredded), suspenders - marc by marc, jeans - courtesy of nick b.-n., 
boots - mentor, beer - tuborg classic

western denmark saga.

just returned from a three day study trip to jylland with lisbeth and thirty-two college kids. all zen, all the time, even when it's not. art museums galore, trapholt debut of catherine raben davidsen's inkwell / blækhuset, aalborg kunsten yields beautiful dead things and hitler romance. utzon center masquerading as the hulls of ships. no reception at the hølstebro hostel results in emergency beers, haribo candy, multiple runs to the gas station, kings in the hostel stairwell, students wrestling out on the lawn at two in the morning. hostel confusion, nørre vosborg confusion, ARoS confusion, coffee with nick, århus rådhus confusion, surprise schnapps on the side of the road.

i'm so friggin' glad to be back in københavn.

wilhelm freddie vs. allan otte, ålborg kunsten

utzon center - ålborg, dk

kings of jylland

lamesauce's weekend adventures.

this weekend could be summed up in two words: drunk, burgers. 

friday, after working late plotting DIS's picnic banner, took advantage of the networkers' lounge bar setup, playing drinking games with danes, hanging out with maryn and bryn results in hiding out in vestergade 5. immediately afterwards, ravaged burgerlicious. twice.

saturday, spent the day hanging out with emma and erin on the canals, weather was ridiculous. later, met emma's roommates at a pregame that never actually gamed. as the night progressed, two themes made themselves painfully clear – bag in a box is not just an american phenomenon, neither is mcdonald's. woke up with wrappers in my bed and the feeling that i might have made a complete fool of myself at the cash register.

today, DIS picnic equals free food, excuse to drink during the day in the waning days of summer. out in klampenborg, fields of verdant grass, old naked guys on the beach, horses in the ocean, under attack from runaway kayaks, too many bloody-steak burgers.

a portrait of dinner.

fishballs, poached eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, and whole chili peppers, slow-simmered in a parsley-hamhock broth, served over a bed of raw bønnespirer, thai basil, more tomatoes.

two for two.

rough shit day is a prelude to post-work shopping, running into davide and mattias, getting recs on mens shoe stores before stumbling upon bien caché, with its boxes and boxes of grenson and (!)givenchy. (alas, budget constraints.) still, emma might be my new good-luck charm: this is the second time i've gone shoe shopping with her and returned home infatuated: this time, with a pair of suede boots from mentor, a danish brand based in århus.

so effing comfortable.

frenchies: panniers and justaucorps.

taking inspiration from aristocratic frenchies of the eighteenth century while drafting pattern for new khaki jacket project thing, particularly drawing reference to the shape of the back paneling. thinking about mixing in drawstrings, maybe a hood to fresh it up.

sidenote: i love old-school copperplate etchings.