Last night I dreamt that it was in the future, we were celebrating the new millennium. My siblings were back for their Christmas break. My mother wanted to throw a pyjama Christmas eve party at Crystal Jade. Over dinner with the family, Steph asked my mother what she wanted for Christmas.
My mum said, “I want a malay palace in KL with my name inscribed in it somewhere.”
Steph said, “Isn’t there anything less extravagant that you want?”
My mum replied, “YOU HAVE SO MUCH MONEY. ALL I ASK FOR IS A PALACE WITH MY NAME IT IN SOMEWHERE. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!” Then she turned to me and said, “Ade, I don’t mine a nice set of bedsheets from John Lewis for Christmas.”
Stockholm to me was a bit like a combination of cities. The metropolitan side of it felt much like Singapore, but the old town reminded me of Prague. You could wander about and find yourself immersed in centuries of historical architecture – old buildings, sculptures and castles; walk about a hundred metres down the road and suddenly you’re in a different world – shiny buildings with the fingerprint of modern, Scandinavian design everywhere and H&M on every corner.
I did kinda regret not getting a bike in Stockholm – the hostel would only lend them out for four hours a day and the nearest bike rental shop was not all that near. The good thing is that Stockholm is made up of several small islands, all within walking distance of each other, so getting around wasn’t all that difficult. Plus the hostel was really central.
Sunset over the main island from Skeppsholmen.
Skeppsholmen (museum island) and Kastellholmen.
Words from Martin Bogren that made me think about my constant love-hate relationship with home.
Caught Nick Brandt’s exhibition at the Fotografiska Museet.
The famed Stockholm Public Library and Skeppsholmen.
The Modern Art Museum
Gamla Stan (Old Town) and the view from the Fotografiska Museet.
And Happy Socks!
Some shots from my recent trip to Copenhagen. I think Denmark was my favourite country out of the four. Copenhagen was like the city that could do know wrong. Their standard for everything just seems incredibly high. The average food, fashion, design and lifestyle appeared to sit comfortably above the rest of the world. There was just no chance that you could go out for a wander and not enjoy yourself.
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The touristy postcard-perfect Nyhavn.
The supercute Royal Cafe.
Some local food, Smørrebrød and Danish design.
Stumbled upon a food market where I had some amazing tapas and wine.
Christiana – the free state in Denmark. Essentially just an area for “artists” to roam around and smoke pot.
Democratic Coffee Bar, which is also part of the city’s public library.
And a really cute bike!
HAHAHAHAHA THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD.
The Neon Boneyard, part of the Neon Museum, is where rescued neon signs go to retire. The Neon Museum collection holds over 150 signs in a two-acre park. Signs date from the late 1930s to the early 90s, including signs from motels, local businesses and celebrated casina resorts from in and around Las Vagas.