Copenhagen is a fabulous city. I sometimes can’t remember why I ever left the place. Particularly in summer. In winter though, it comes back to me all too quickly. 🙂
But now it’s spring. Late spring. The sun is warm, and high and bright in the sky (when it’s not raining that is), and the trees are all proudly wearing a thick coat of brilliantly green leaves. The Danes themselves are out in their thousands, soaking up the sun wherever they can find it. I went out for a few hours today around Frederiksberg Park, and I have to say how stunned I am about the Danes as a people. They are just so beautiful. Women, men and children alike. The general homogenity of the nation strengthens their look I suppose, but they are a very handsome race, that’s for sure. And my God, talk about stylish. They probably go a bit overboard there (well at least that five year old girl with the matching gumboots and jacket was a bit much) but in general they are just so damn attractive. It’s nice to watch, but as a not quite so handsome and definately not so well dressed visitor, I feel like I stick out like a newly arrived Pom on Bondi Beach on New Years Day. Especially with a camera around my neck. It’s days like these I want a 400mm lens, and a specially built hide right in the middle of Strøget so I can happily snap away at the Danish beauties without feeling exposed.

It’s all so voyeuristic photography isn’t it. I love shooting social street documentary type stuff, but that’s one of the really voyeuristic aspects. Stick a camera up in a bunch of strangers and take photos of them. I sometimes wonder if I’d be better off exclusively shooting inanimate objects so hard is it to overcome my inclination to shyness.

Oh well, I suppose there’s nothing for it but to get back out there amongst them all. Thank goodness it’s not high summer, when all the girls strip off and lie in the sun in nothing but their knickers in the parks in their lunchbreaks…