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07.04.19, SF. Waiting at the food truck.

07.04.19, SF. Waiting at the food truck.

07.04.19, SF. A psychic reading in action.

07.04.19, SF. A psychic reading in action.

05.04.19, SF. Zaza finding 3 discarded lightsabers.

05.04.19, SF. Zaza finding 3 discarded lightsabers.

04.04.19, SF. A satisfying amount of rock.

04.04.19, SF. A satisfying amount of rock.

03.04.19, SF. Fuego said many things very fast. He is about to put out his first mixtape and needed a photo for the album cover. I sent him this and am still waiting for him to send me the mixtape.

03.04.19, SF. Fuego said many things very fast. He is about to put out his first mixtape and needed a photo for the album cover. I sent him this and am still waiting for him to send me the mixtape.

02.04.19, Nevada. Area 51 Alien Center is hiring.

02.04.19, Nevada. Area 51 Alien Center is hiring.

02.04.19, Nevada. Boy on a hill with a incoming storm in the background.

02.04.19, Nevada. Boy on a hill with a incoming storm in the background.


Las Vegas is messy.

02.04.19, Las Vegas. Didn’t expect anything less. Never found parking for the nice Toyota Corolla that very tan Javier upgraded me to, so all images are drive by and equally messy. And monochrome. And maybe that’s okay.

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27.03.19, NYC. Boat ride 1

27.03.19, NYC. Boat ride 1

27.03.19, NYC. Boat ride 2

27.03.19, NYC. Boat ride 2

27.03.19, NYC. Boat ride 3

27.03.19, NYC. Boat ride 3

27.03.19, NYC. Rawenswood Generation Station on the way to Astoria.

27.03.19, NYC. Rawenswood Generation Station on the way to Astoria.

27.03.19, NYC. This seagull only had one leg. This picture came out of my phone.

27.03.19, NYC. This seagull only had one leg. This picture came out of my phone.

22.03.19, NYC. How many buildings does it take to make a skyline?

22.03.19, NYC. How many buildings does it take to make a skyline?

19.03.19, NYC. Woman taking pictures of 6 strangely cooperative dogs.

19.03.19, NYC. Woman taking pictures of 6 strangely cooperative dogs.


Today I broke into my first New Yorker apartment.

18.03.19. The day started relatively safe. Packing and boxing all my belongings in Copenhagen, and moving them to the basement. After that a short trip to the airport and a longer flight to JFK. There I found a very nice man with a very nice car named after his youngest son Isi, who drove me to the bodega, where I was supposed to pick up the keys for my friend’s place. It was closed.

I rang all the bells and got into the building. Then knocked most of the doors until a young, nervous girl opened and I tried, awkwardly, to persuade her to allow me to enter her room — to get to the fire escape. She did not feel comfortable with the idea. After the failed attempt, there was only one solution left. I climbed a rusty stair unto a roof with too much luggage and too little light. After identifying the right windows to the right apartment, I needed a tool to open them. Searching a nearby shed, I found the only usable tool available: A large knife. This was neither the right tool nor a smart thing to climb dark, rusty stairs with. Also, I immediately pictured how this would appear to anyone, without an understanding of my situation. I felt the likeliness of me spending the night in jail of the misunderstood increasing. The knife stayed in the shed while I empty-handedly climbed the stairs and with silent movements pried the window open with the tips of my shaky fingers. Inside, wifi and a beer. Okay.


18.03.19. Terrible quality, but. When flying from Copenhagen to New York City you pass Greenland terrain. These mountains stretches forever.

18.03.19. Terrible quality, but. When flying from Copenhagen to New York City you pass Greenland terrain. These mountains stretches forever.