The other day, as I was walking around Copenhagen, I stumbled upon this little gem, and couldn't help but take a photo of it. Somehow it defines everything I love about city life. When I lived in New York I would occassionally stumble across knitted bicycles (!) and now that I'm back in Copenhagen, wall drawings seems to be the thing. Funnily, when I lived in a small town in Wales, I never saw anything like this. So maybe that's how you define a city: if there's unmotivated art it's one.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
On/Off
The other day, as I was walking around Copenhagen, I stumbled upon this little gem, and couldn't help but take a photo of it. Somehow it defines everything I love about city life. When I lived in New York I would occassionally stumble across knitted bicycles (!) and now that I'm back in Copenhagen, wall drawings seems to be the thing. Funnily, when I lived in a small town in Wales, I never saw anything like this. So maybe that's how you define a city: if there's unmotivated art it's one.
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