I chose to get a fancy cat when I moved to Copenhagen. Why? Because my apartment is the size of a shoe box, and a house cat would sink into depression while dreaming of mice and running free.
Coffee the Cat seems happy in the tiny space, as long as I spend a lot of time with him – and it has become clear that this breed of cat is just… something else.
He is not remotely interested in tasting fish or chicken. But salads! Oh salads. He once broke into the bin to steal salad.
Cats are known to be graceful and have great balance – not this one.
But he is very classic cat-like in his way of handling little accidents.
Ragdolls are known for their love of playing fetch. Coffee will only do this with pipe cleaners. Pipe Cleaners also double as comfort cuddly toy at night when he is spending the night at the cat sitter’s.
His massive chest hair makes him indifferent to wearing bowties. Putting it on him is a different matter…
When he tries to escape me he hides on my shoulder. My little Baby Einstein.
He LOVES a good bra!
He discriminates people. Cecilie gets to hug him for the longest, Johan gets to comb him for the longest, Johan’s sister gets to cut his nails, Zenia gets to teach him tricks.
He is growing fast. There is six month between these two photos.
He is very attached to his human. Reacting to my waking each morning with christmas-like joy. If I go to the bathroom while he is sleeping, he will wake up and RUN out there as if I was boarding an expedition for the moon and forgot about the pilot.
He seems scared of heights but he LOVES hiding under fabric. Hide and seek is his second favorite game (he is very bad at this gamle – he is always hiding behind the shower curtain and purring loud enough for even blind people to find him).
He talks and yells a lot. He yells because this window does not open (the door right next to it is always open). When he thinks I will leave him for good I can hear him throughout the building.
Other than that, I think he is like most other cats… Great company and sometimes a little douchebag. Just, you know, purfect.
This is me when my computer died earlier this summer. The days with telling the IT-department “do something, please good sir” seemed very very far away and oh so rose colored.
I spent my summer dreaming about work while swearing over everything computer.
…or The Story Of How To Survive Your First Tattoo.
Thank you Johan. Thank you Vintage Porn. Thank you awesome awesome tattoo artist. This is the best my leg have ever looked!
So, I met this dude at a reception. We talked about very profound things and I completely forgot to ask him about, well, anything really.
Right after he left, our common friend told me that he is famed rock photographer Jørgen Angel. Not only did I miss out on great stories about his life but also asking about his old friend, rock cartoonist Peder Bundgaard that I am doing a portrait about.
Luckily our friend agreed to give me Jørgen’s contact information so that I could invite myself over.
Jørgen lives next to a very subtle display of some of his work.
Luckily I have not forgotten my journalistic training and how to open strong.
This is when you know that you love someone even though you have just met them.
I wish I could say that it made me more respectful and professional.
I did try though.
And we found Peder’s first album cover in Jørgen’s collection of old magazines.
This was a few years before he illustrated everything Dan Turell I guess...
Luckily Jørgen also seems to be a relaxed kind of guy.
And I was my most modest self. Notice how we somehow went from coffee to wine.
We did succeed in getting her to come over. I even met her.
She is one classy lady, and he showed me a picture of her in a cool t-shirt with one of his photographs on.
I showed my appreciation. And Jørgen gave me a David Gilmour tee!!!!
This must have been my messiest “interview” since my first year at journalism school back in 2005. My teachers would have cried, but does it matter when I still got to meet the nicest man in the world? I wish my drawings did justice to just how charming he is, but that is not the case. Google him or buy his book if you want the full picture – he is AMAZING! He sometimes links to auctions and special offers on facebook HERE.
Hey! If you buy Kærestesorg today before midnight HERE, you get it signed with a unique doodle. Write a commentary if you want a special name or have other notes for the doodle – just know, that all doodles are unique, so I can’t really promise anything image-wise, but I can write a lovely greeting for your ex or yourself!
AND… there’s more!
Everyone who buys through that link today has a chance of winning this original drawing from the book! Signed as well – by me, not the little fella here (yes, my publisher is also the Danish Publishing House of Tintin).
For those of you who have bought a book and can’t afford another one – if we ever meet each other I will be happy to sign it.
Right now everything is happening at once – books, awards, jobs, travels… No complaints, but I am scared that my debut as a children’s book illustrator is drowning. So before yapping on about everything else, I want to introduce you to the book Jeg elsker dig hest! – I love you Horse!
It is written by Zenia.
I know her, because I once sent her a christmas card expressing my admiration for her as a writer, and on the same day she sent me a similar card. We had to become friends. She wrote a great story about a horse and a girl, and asked me to illustrate it. Hooray! We only have one review so far, but it is a great one.
I thought it might be fun to show you some stages of finding the right way to illustrate the cute and simple, yet deep and hitting-you-in-the-belly book.
I don’t remember what her name was in the beginning, but it ended up being Stine. GREAT name.
So in return I wanted her to look a bit like Zenia did as a child – that’s how she started out, but both she and the horse went through a lot of changes as you can see in these sketches.
I needed to do something different – and ended up giving her a pony tail that looked a bit like an onion, because she is a little oniony. Then she was too cute, too pretty, too skinny, too old, too inked, too… this and that. You can see in the last drawing how she and the horse ended up looking.