There’s a giant thumb in the middle of the cafe at the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art. It’s standing upright as if to hitch a ride to some unknown place. Abstract animals with large square heads lurk in the garden and a curvy nude, in a Picasso kind of way, reclines … Continue reading
An 86-year-old woman tried to convert me to Scientology yesterday. I was sitting on the 29 bus on the way to Copenhagen’s Central Train Station when she boarded, locked eyes with me and made a beeline for the seat next to me, as if someone else might beat her there.The … Continue reading
If you want anything preserved for over millions of years for posterity, drop it into a Danish peat bog. It’s the original time capsule. I come to this conclusion in Copenhagen’s National Museum, Nationalmuseet in Danish, as I encounter one well-preserved prehistoric corpse after another. The Bronze Age dwellers were buried in … Continue reading
My hotel room at the Scandic Front in Copenhagen is small by American standards, but probably just right by European ones. I have a twin-sized bed with a sleek ebony-colored head and sideboard. The desk is about a foot away from the bed in the same dark wood and there is an … Continue reading