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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
For most of us, humble Thais, Scandinavia oozes out perfection, crisp mannerism and an almost robotic beauty. It’s the place where everything works and people uphold the highest standard of living.
The image has always been icy cool and Kleenex clean.
Then comes along Copenhagen. The Danish capital city is not just all about order and high standard social welfare. It’s got much more than the working education systems and infrastructures. It’s got soul.
It’s got that certain fire in the heart of an iceberg.
Maybe I’m a bit biased here since one of my dearest of dear friends is a true blue Dane, and he’s been showing me around the real Copenhagen not the picture-perfect exterior that everyone seems to dream of.
Underneath the blonde hairs, blue eyes and Henrik Vibskov frocks, these perfect Scando specimen and women know how to have good times, and they’re simply ruthless in the quest of such hedonism. Vomits, red-faced adults, tanned bums, bike accidents and delightful, yet rather odd, footwork (you know who you are and we love you for it) are thrown in the mix to hike up a well-rounded good times.
But this is not just a mad-party city. The past weekend was Copenhagen Art Weekend, and by George there were arts everywhere. My Great Dane led me to the biggest and the most successful “underground”
gallery VI, located in the now hip meat-packing district, which houses Kasper Sonne’s “Total Revoltuion”. The New York-based artist plays around with the familiar words, signs and symbols through “dualities…in the form of material, production, form or colour”. The wallowing dark noise soundtrack was probably to prompt art lovers to concentrate on details, but it actually reminded my friend and I of another schoolmate, so we left the premise in a laughing fit. Ah, so much for art appreciation.
The weekend also saw the first solo exhibition of the Finnish artist Kim Simonsson in Denmark at Wonderland gallery. The ceramic master is most definitely inspired by anime characters and his white figures of young children and animals relieve eerie charms and a need for close inspections of fine craftsmanship. As in the long-standing tradition of art openings, people just gather around and start off civilly, and end the hoopla staggeringly inebriated. Copenhagen is not different.
I won’t get into the old jibes revolving what Bangkok is lacking in the cultural scenes comparing to this city and that country because at the end of the day, we’re least likely to relocate to where it’s cold and people can afford designer clothes with their standard pay even if we want to because we’re quite happy the way we are, aren’t we?
And we, too, have our own bums even if their faces aren’t so red.
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