We found ourselves in a crowded bar called cafe nick surrounded by spirits young and old dragging out long winded breaths of conversations ranging from the profane to the profound. It’s nice to eaves drop into these tumbling narratives… I can’t seem to recall any specific story, nor the faces they were attached to, as they all somehow floated into one big hazy shroud of smoke.
We asked the furniture, the walls and the paintings that hung around whether they knew who these spirited visitors were. Through their stain tinted surfaces they smiled with a texture that told us that they’ve seen crowds anonymous and familiar, stories gone and forgotten and ones that still linger. So together we observed through this clustered fog, from which extended hands, faces, glasses empty and full, I wonder where they all came from and where they’ll all go?
On the occassion of 3 days of design 2025 in Copenhagen.
Organised by @smokingdiaries