Copenhagen is great in the sun. I love walking around here. So far so close in some way. Overdose of nice clothes. A lot of thoughts. About clothes mainly. I'm not sad or anything but I've got this song in my brain for the last 3 days:
It seems like I've been to fairs my whole life. First Furniture Fairs with my dad. Then Record Fairs with my best friends dad. Then Book Fairs with my mom. Now Fashion Fairs since 8 years.
I'd like an apartment with a view like that. At least. And window as above. Do I ask too much?
One of those stupid questions: Why don't they ever have TOOTHPASTE in hotels? They have a lot of other stuff (sewing kits, shoeshiners) but never toothpaste. Here they did though. For the first time.
My heart kind of stopped. I hoped for a TOUR. But unfortunately only a tribute night.
