I'm writing this from Copenhagen today, but these photos are from a dinner at Stedsans on the ØsterGro rooftop farm almost a year ago. When we were in town, Ariela did a stage for the evening and I got to tag along with other guests and press (I got to meet another photographer, Shinsaku Kato, whose work is so beautiful!).
I still think about this dinner even a year later-- that everything is so fresh and local and intentional. It was everything you'd dream about a long dinner in the summertime.
Biggest thanks to Mette and Flemming for having us!
Somehow it's the middle of summer again and I haven't fully soaked in last year's.
After spending the last few weeks in Seoul, Singapore, and Bali, it's 5am in California and I'm nostalgic for the days when writing and sharing used to come so naturally. I would have taken these photos and shared them within a week so that by this time the year later, I'd already have the photos and memories documented and archived to look upon.
But this is the life I lead now and I'm always trying.
I've already written a bit about Sweden with Ariela and this was the next chapter. We found a beautiful summerhouse in the Danish countryside and lived a rural dream life, if only for a few days. When we weren't exploring the area and foraging for fruit, we made a cozy little sanctuary here and Ariela cooked up a colorful storm. Today is her birthday, and she's on the other side of the country cooking up more colorful storms, this time alongside experts and fellow students, and I couldn't be more proud.
Happy birthday, sweet girl. Can't wait til we're both home so we can leave together again.
Even though I'm more than a month behind in travel posts, it makes me happy to revisit the photos. Copenhagen was supposed to be my last stop in Europe until I decided on a last-minute day trip to Sweden and until my flight was canceled-- but more on that later.
One clear evening we walked along the harbor and had pizza at Gorm's (another one of Jenna's great recommendations). At first, they didn't seem to have room but within a few minutes, the sweet waitresses decided to sneak us in between reservations. Like every ground floor in Copenhagen, the restaurant is below ground level and feels like a cozy, candlelit basement. We enjoyed white wine and shared pieces of each other's pizzas and made it out in time to see the sun begin to set (at 9pm!).
For Christmas I put together a little book of photos from Denmark to give to my Italo-Danese host parents, Maibritt and Luciano. Denmark is so special to me now that I've experienced it with them and when I began to put together the book, I knew words would play second fiddle to the photographs. It's simple, short, in Italian and one of my favorite presents I've ever gifted. It's so gratifying seeing your own work in print. I highly recommend it.
To Maibritt and Luciano. Thank you very much. I miss you every day.
In Denmark, the true country of the beautiful life.
I'm lucky. For many years my feet have been searching for something but I did not know what. Maybe a place of tranquility. A place where my heart rests secure. A home.
Today I still do not know what it is. But I found it in Denmark.
But in the end, the most important thing was not the country. It was my family, so kind and compassionate, teaching me about life and the world.
With love, Ciccia (pronounced chee-cha, what Maibritt would call me)/ Light Blue ("Celeste" means light blue in Italian, what Luciano would call me)/ Celeste
PS - Thanks to my big brother for hand-modeling.
PPS - I'm off to my first day at my new job!!
Sunset was my favorite time in Denmark.
Maibritt and Luciano lived in a tiny little town called Kisserup. Their house was a quick bike ride away from "the beach" and we'd make the trip out as soon as we finished dinner.
Always in time for the sunset.
And it always warmed my heart.