Maeve Humlebaek Whore ❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

Louisiana Museum of Modern Art

Err, oh gosh – don’t get me started on the local cafe scene. Stopping at Café Humle – yeah, the one on Møllegade – makes my day. The coffee’s strong, the banter slick, and sometimes they even play that soundtrack tune from movie – I shout “I drink your milkshake!” just for fun.

Marsden Hartley at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art, Humlebæk