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Sunday, May 3, 2015

The Dancer


The dancer first presented the outfit and then did some dance moves. As his hand reached the ground and his legs flew up high, the podium started to tilt. At the same time, all but one of the audience members started to lean to one side. Unfazed, a guy in a black leather jacket crossed his arms over his chest and braced himself to keep his balance. 
 
Seriously, I just wanted to have the background be blurred and the dancer frozen in motion. Instead of trying to get a proper exposure, I was wondering how comfortable it is to dance in jeans and a bottom-up shirt. How much freedom of movement does such an outfit give a dancer? All the freedom they want if shirt and jeans are a loose fit.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Copenhagen Fashion Festival



Copenhagen -- Part Eleven

If you asked me how a self-activating lightsaber made it into the picture (seen in the previous entry), I had no answer for that. I definitely can't remember a jedi standing right behind me while taking the shot.
 

Having just learned about Copenhagen Fashion Week on the spot last summer, I tried my best as I pleaded with a host for letting me in to see a grand show with no ticket or invitation. As an alternative to The Show, I was kindly informed to see an exhibition of dummies, of all things, adorned with the design work of some new talents. 

I decided against it and headed for the streets to check out the festivities. I saw long lines for free hair and makeup which I skipped and went to see the guy at the TONI&GUY tent working on a model. I took some candid warm-up shots while simultaneously asked him for permission to take some real ones. He grinned and nodded and I took it as a "yes". So I proceeded with the real shots. As I took the shots, he kept grinning all the way through. Well, warm-up or not, none of the shots turned out good.

Note: The truth is that generally all of my shots ARE warm-up shots regardless of the situation. And I think that the guy from TONI&GUY knew that. 




Saturday, January 31, 2015

Wall of Shoes



Copenhagen -- Part Ten






This is just a side note for an earlier post about the Wall of Shoes. It took Jacob 8 hours to build the shoe wall. There were around 300 shoes on the wall, and he collected 75 pairs for the homeless in Copenhagen.

What a great project!



Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Jeans Statue



Copenhagen -- Part Nine





Jeans on a facade of building worn by an invisible model. The popularity of denims raises the question: If they went out of fashion tomorrow, what would a great chunk of the population wear? Click When and How Jeans Became Popular, a fun article on the history of these beloved pants. My oldest pair is close to ten years old. In jeans years, that is past retirement age. Needless to say, I do not wear them anymore. 

That pair on the wall was made water-resistant and placed on a piece of plywood as a base that is secured to the wall by screws. See that little dark speck up on the right-hand side at crotch level for one of the screws.  

Note to self: Jeans are plural. Always. Even when it's a pair. Jeez.



Thursday, January 22, 2015

Shoes in Shades



 Copenhagen -- Part Eight






The other employee from the same boutique. He was dressed impeccably in new jeans and a white shirt. I wish I could have engaged in the eloquent conversation he had with my friend about his job. It looks like his shoes are two different shades. 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Model of Shoes



Copenhagen -- Part Seven








My friendly shoe model, an employee at a downtown boutique. Curious about the ongoing conversation, he walked out to the front of the store. I got that big smile. Watching in surprise, my friend couldn't help but giggle to learn about my interest that seemed a bit odd to her. I got two seconds to take the shot.

And hygge, all around again: an atmosphere; not feeling like a stranger but being at ease; open conversations -- not just simply being nice and friendly. A dance party on the street stretching into the night. New dads pushing strollers. Waves and waves of bikers with kids and dogs. A conversation with a stranger as if you were old friends. A young family on roller skates, with the father explaining to me how proud he is to be a Dane. And how contempt content he is to be able to live for his dreams. A girl on a boat with a whistle in her mouth, dancing and waving to everyone who'd care to notice.

Note to self: Ooh you lousy phonetics! I just wrote contempt for content. There is a teeny-weeny difference there in meaning. D'ohh! Don't mind that the Danes are the happiest people in Europe.