Creative Copenhagen: be elevated

"I wish I could photograph these balcony gardens from up higher" I said to the man loitering outside the fruit shop. So he arranged it.


Bo Bendixen just threw me up onto the menhir he happens to have in his front garden


And at Tage Andersons, the fairytale florist, the potplants are irrepressable. Just because its dark half the year doesn't mean you can't make the best of whatever hole you find yourself in.

Over the bubbles at Copenhagen design week, I met a real life Billy Elliot: a Welsh labourour's son who took his teenage dancing lessons in secret, here to do some seriously elevating choreography.

Cecilia at Jurgen's wild west birthday party

Its a fairytale city, a city of spires and dreams and Leggolands and Queens. You are only meant to have your feet on the ground just long enough to get by. So it seems, so far.

City of Copenhagen's emblem

Click on the links (tomorrow), once I've tossed all those stories of urban gardens & sustainably aspiring creativity onto this blog.

Time for slumber. Tomorrow many things need to be thought up, making up my life as I go along.

Flower arragement by Tage Anderson