Stockholm In Two Sections

I took two trips to Stockholm in which I spent time taking photographs. The first was taken in November, with my friends Yvonne and Swantje, the second taken in May with my friend Bo-Deene. The trips were opposites in many ways. In November we had nowhere to sleep and wandered around the city the whole night, in rain and snow, stopping when/where we could, including bars, restaurants and a wretched 6 am, teen-filled McDonalds. The trip was really fun regardless. We took photos all over the city, becoming more and more delirious and silly. I only have a few photos we took that night, most of them being blurry or uninteresting.

The second trip was like a long awaited escape. I was invited by my friend Bo-Deene the night before the trip, deciding to go the morning of. It was sunny and beautiful weather and we were both in need of such soothing and revitalizing environs. We just relaxed, rented bikes and cruised around the city in the sun. We stayed in this eccentric, surprisingly stylish and comfortably converted prison called Långholmen. It was stylishly converted into a hostel, playing 100% on the prison theme, with photos and news clippings about the incarcerated criminals to gaze at before drifting off to sleep.

One highlight of both trips was the possibility for me to see the museum of one my favorite Swedish musicians, Cornelis Vreeswijk. We were early the first time, so I only got photos of the outside, so I went back again the second time and took some photos of the inside. The Museum is next to the palace in Gamla Stan and is not anything overtly flashy or noticeable. I was so thrilled to see it, experiencing a subtle euphoria in finally getting to see something more of someone I have held as a close inspiration and spent much time listening to and trying to translate.

The photos speak for much of it. Bo-Deene took a number of photos here. Some are obvious, and some are those of people in, or on boats, along with the beautiful photo of the fading building fronts.