. . . he had not moved for a long, long time. The television flickered in the periphery of his vision. What sounds there were came from passing taxis, their wheels spoiling the stillness of the swelling puddles.

He lay still a while longer and let his thoughts drift across his mind. Everything he was feeling was new. And that was just fine, he realised. What had been, need be that way no longer.

There was no epiphany, no jerking realisation. Just love, tenderness, and laughter.

Nothing would ever be the same. It would only just be . . .

Zeleste in the clouds – When English goes horribly, horribly wrong

Sweet Talk – Come and see Spoiled Milk talk. They’ll be the ones in panda suits.

Copenhagen fashion on the rise - Monocle magazine reports on how August’s Copenhagen Fashion week was the most successful yet.

Pink Moustache on the decks – Come and see my good friend Frederik Cordes play some records at Apparatet this Saturday.

Today I went to Louisiana and saw the Richard Avedon exhibition. I thought his portraits were amazing.

There, I saw a brief snippet of a documentary where Avedon talks about the extraordinary intimacy of the photographer-subject relationship. . . how every nuance is revealing, how every action has subtle consequences.

I don’t take portraits, and most of my shots are shot without the subject’s knowledge.

But Avedon’s portraiture is so powerful, so candid, and so much more revealing of the subject’s humanity.

In the documentary he reveals that he rarely stood behind his camera, preferring instead to stand to the side to better enable him to interact with the subject.

I think it is the quality of this interaction that takes the photographer from technician to artist.

Copenhagen to get its first floating hotel.

Can you spot the error in this report? Looks like it’s going to be the world’s biggest hotel.

Wonderland Magazine release party this Saturday. 

I like this magazine and I like Snake and Jet’s Amazing Bullit Band who are playing at the party.

Turboweekend release party at Stengade on Monday.  

My favourite Danish band at the moment. . . they sound a bit like Steely Dan. Only with synthesisers and silly costumes. I’m definitely going to this.

This is the funniest thing I have seen in months.

Dog judo.

That was the question a lot of people asked me when I was back in England over the weekend.

‘What’s the difference between here and Denmark?’

‘Why do you like it so much?’

Having been back in Copenhagen for a day and allowed my observations to coalesce a little, I think what I will do is let one little snapshot of my visit home be my answer.

It was Sunday morning, and I was visiting my grandfather. I’d just had a tasty bacon sandwich and a cup of tea and I noticed that a car boot sale (a kind of loppemarked) was going on at the school opposite his house.

I told my grandad that I was going to take a quick stroll round the sale and off I went.

Once there, I made my way quickly down each aisle of cars, not wanting to lose too much of the time I had left to be with my grandfather. But at one stall, I saw a few books that looked interesting and so I stopped.

I stooped down to examine them and saw that beside me a mother was telling off her child. At first it was nothing too serious, but her scolding gradually increased in vehemence until finally she had the boy – who could not have been more than four – by the wrist and was yelling that she ‘was really going to hurt him’ in a minute.

I felt sick. In more than 20 months of living in Denmark I have never encountered anything like that and I was shocked at my sensitivity to it. It’s pretty routine in England to threaten children in that way, and sadly amost as common to carry out the threat.

I don’t go in for stereotypes, or mass generalisations. But i’m afraid that one incident illustrates in a nutshell why I’m here, and not there.

I have come back to England for the weekend. It’s the first time I’ve been here since February. It’s a terrible thing to fall irrevocably out of love with your country. There is a gnawing misery and hopeless discontent tearing through the ether here; so many people I have talked to this weekend seem consumed by material concerns.

Many are mortgaged up to their eyeballs, and those who aren’t seem weighed down by what they see as a failure on their part to not yet be owning a property. This is all going to come crashing down.

Didn’t realise how much I loved this band until I trawled back and had a look at some of their videos. Here’s one of the best:

Your eyes are liars>

Be sure to read guitarist Bill Baird’s blog post where he details the reasons behind the split. There’s also a really, really beautiful and elegiac video for a Sound Team song I didn’t even know existed, Bedroom Walls.It’s also worth checking out his new project, Silent Sunset.

Lego (an abbreviation for lege godt, meaning play well in Danish) is a popular toy which enhances kids’ problem-solving skills in playful and fun ways. There’s no doubting its positive impact on popular culture and children’s entertainment.

But clearly its ambitions don’t end there. Now they want to build the housing of the future.

Well not Lego exactly but Copenhagen-based architectural superheroes Bjarke Ingels Group.

Their latest project is Lego Towers, described by them as an attempt to ‘utilize the modularity and rationality of the Danish modernistic building tradition to create a new kind of expressive architecture.’

Take a tour of their frankly mind-blowing vision.

Sound Team – another band from Austin, Texas, that I was crazy about for a while – have called it a day.

Here’s a couple of my favourite tracks:

Electric stallion >

Electric stallion

Movie monster >

Movie monster

They’re going to be sadly missed. Read more here.