Denmark, home of kings and queens

In Helsingør, at the narrowest point of the Øresund sea, where the coast of Sweden is so close that it looks like you can touch it, rises Kronborg castle.  The castle was immortalised by Shakespeare’s Hamlet, so you can imagine the volume of tourists and its importance for the local economy.
I went there last weekend to take photos of the Renaissance Festival, where the castle gets crowded by knights, merchants, blacksmiths and jesters.
It was a cold rainy day, the kind of cold rainy day you can experience in Northern Europe in mid October. But I made a terrible mistake: didn’t consider that most of the festival was going to take place outdoor and that it’s always super windy in Helsingør. The rain felt like a knife on my face and my hands were red from the cold (because of course, I didn’t bring my gloves).
So at the end of the day I went home shaking and with a bad cold.
Lesson learnt: no matter what you think, it’s still SCANDINAVIA.

Petit déjeuner

“The marvels of daily life are exciting: no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street” (Robert Doisneau)

Working as event photographer in Copenhagen I have had the pleasure of seeing parts of the city I had never been before. Among these, a former industrial site in the harbour, Refshaleøen. 
I was taking photos of a private reception at a beach bar called Halvandet. 
It was sunny and warm, and I was drinking a glass of iced water. Then I saw this scene and dropped my glass to take a picture of it: one of the waiters setting the table on the dock.
In a fraction of a second all the photos of Robert Doisneau were played in my mind, and I felt like being in France in the 30s.
But then I looked at the broken glass at my feet.