Oh Henry

I can't even describe how awful the weather was last night.
It stormed, snowed and was just generally fucking horrible.
And of course that's on the one friday night in a trillion years where we have to be somewhere.

We went to Amager to see Henry Rollins talk for over three hours and it was a joy.
The guys kept saying that he was better last time he was here, but i wasn't there that time, so i just decided they're not right about that.

Awesome poster, we bought a signed copy for the new shop

It's hard to say which part you like the best when someone has just talked at you for three hours nonstop, but he did have this one bit about how resorting to cynicism and sarcasm is taking the easy way out, and how innocence and being curious and naïve is just, well, better, and that really struck a nerve with me.
Lately i've been thinking about how we Danes, or people from Copenhagen in particular, are never really honest about anything and it bugs me a lot.
Everyone uses sarcasm in every other sentence and that way we never really get to know anyone, which means no one can hurt you.
Smart, but safe.
And after a while, pretty annoying too.

You can see it in the way people dress in particular, the fashion here, it's so fucking ironic it sometimes make me sick.
Ironic glasses, ironic 80's shoulder pads, ironic 90's mom jeans and jumpsuits, oh-so ironic tattoos and stupid fucking ironic haircuts.
Not even fine art is serious here.

We Scandinavians are supposed to be so fearless and groundbreaking when it comes to street fashion and trends, but the truth is that we're just cowards.
All the hipsters here look the same, you can only be as unique and as different as the next person, and they all wear clothes they can hide behind, so in case someone should ask them why they're wearing hideous day-glo harem pants, they can always use irony as a shield against potential insults.
It's just too easy.

On a more personal note, i think this might be one of the reasons i'm probably never gonna find a nice shop in this town that'll sell the stuff i make.
My work is too honest.
I make pieces i think are genuinely fun and pretty and sometimes even magical, not things you can pretend you didn't really mean when someone as insecure as you decides to make your head the joke of the party.
As often before, i'm forced to conclude that i was never really meant to be here, in this town.
But whatever, this is home, for better or worse, right?

As if the weather thing wasn't bad enough, we had to take the stupid metro... i hate the metro

We were supposed to go to Martins record release after the show, but since Henry talked for so fucking long, it was over when we were finally out of there.
I hope it went well, that lots of people are gonna buy this record and that they'll have many long and happy nights dancing to it's beats.

Ps. This hat finally arrived in Australia, and it's new owner is very happy with it.
Reaching the end of a long process, and knowing it turned out the way the buyer hoped, always makes me feel great.

Labels: , ,