Yesterday afternoon while the sun was beaming from a partially clouded sky, I sat for a while on the boardwalk just outside of our condo with a Gopro Hero 6 in timelapse mode (one photo every 10 seconds) placed on a big rock in front of me. I then looped the sequence in Final Cut Pro X with a short transition between each of the copied clips.
To enjoy a bit of solitude here in Västra Hamnen right now, you have to get up supremely early. Which Charlotte and I did this unusually calm, windless morning. Admittedly, the morning would of been even nicer had I not brought the drone along. Then again, I wouldn’t of captured the above morning loop…
Most of Sweden is currently enjoying a “heatwave” with temperatures in the neighborhood of 30ºC/86ºF. Of the 35 years or so that I’ve been living in Sweden, I can’t remember a summer this consistently sunny and warm. Amazing! Keep it comin’.
Back in Malmö again after a few days working in Tylösand. I’ve been to several of Sweden’s most desireable beaches along the coastline and on Gotland. Heck, I’ve even seen a few of the most popular beaches around Sweden’s largest lake, Vänern. Bu the amount of visitors to Tylösand blew me away. It was nothing less than packed.
I captured the above aerial shot earlier today from about 30-40 meters above “Titanic”– a tremendously popular jump-off point among the youngins’. I’ve actually jumped from there once – during a stag party for friend, Erik Schneider, many years ago. Not exactly sure why it’s called Titanic. Perhaps the namesake is from the narrowest part of the triangular viewpoint.
Currently in Tylösand to produce a thing about this uniquely beautiful coastline. Surprisingly, I’ve actually never been here before.
At 30, I was honestly surprised that I was still around to celebrate that milestone. Not that I’d been doing too much crazy shit. No hardcore drugs (if you don’t count a one-off occasion in Forest Hills/Queens/New York back in 1986). There’s was, however, a lot of reckless partying. Way too much. Especially during my DJ and bartender years on the island of Gotland and in Riksgräsen. I was certainly burning the candle at both ends, trying hard to live life in the fast lane – as the Eagles song goes.
My 40th birthday was largely overshadowed by brother Tyko’s passing early that year. It would of been his 51st birthday yesterday. Hard to comprehend that it’s been 15 years since I spoke with him and heard his wonderfully contagious laugh.
After enjoying a sumptuous breakfast in bed served up by Charlotte and Elle, I started my 55th birthday diving head-first into the Öresund Strait, the narrow body of water that separates Sweden and Denmark. I’ve been doing that more or less every day and most evenings throughout this amazing summer. But today if felt extra fitting. There’s no looking back from here on out.
Here’s a contrasting image from a creative workshop I had with model Ploy Tyrell in the automotive neighborhood of Worachak near Chinatown in Bangkok.
Ploy’s a professional model I hired through Model Mayhem – a global network for photographers, models, makeup artists and a plethora of other folks working within visual arts.
Once you become a member and set your search criteria according to where you’re going to shoot in the world, the style you need for the male or female model to represent and a stylist or a makeup artist, you browse through a list of available freelancers until you find who you’re looking for and then get in touch with candidates to agree on dates and compensation. I’ve used Model Mayhem for about five years and so far, it’s been an invaluable source.
This is from the bike shop Västra Hamnens Cyklar here in Västra Hamnen that the family frequents from time to time. Insofar that it makes sense, I try hard to support local businesses. The small ones in particular.
No data to back this up, but Malmö might actually have the most bicycles per capita in Sweden. There are dozens of small to medium-size bicycle repair shops throughout the city.
Here’s an interesting coincidence.
As it turns out, Aidin, who runs our neighborhood bicycle store, is married to a women who’s sister is married to our friend Jeppe Appelin that runs the winery where I had my most recent photo exhibit – in Vejbystrand.
Most of the video was shot using prime Zeiss lenses (18mm/35mm/85mm) on the Sony A7III. The only exception is the under-the-bike footage which I shot handheld with my iPhone 7+.
This is by far my favorite sea-level image of the Öresund Bridge. I shot it a couple years ago during a local excursion with Charlotte during one of those wonderfully warm summer evenings. An humongously enlarged version of this photo can be seen at our local supermarket, ICA MAXI.
During my pre-marriage stag party here in Malmö 20 years ago, a group of friends had arranged for me to sail across the Öresund with two blond sailing instructors to what was then the half-way point of the unfinished bridge.
Here are the architects and engineers for the 7845 meter long Öresund Bridge which was completed in July of 2000 after four years of construction.
One of my clients, Rosengårds Fastigheter, just recently launched their sparkling new website. I started working with the relatively new company late last fall and we started filming four one minute portraits as soon as the snow (finally) melted away in April. Each video shines a some light on a key area within the company – through the lens of the individual responsible for it.
I’d been to Rosengård a few times before this project, primarily to capture stills of footballer Zlatan Ibrahimovic’s childhood apartment, the soccer pitch, Zlatan Court and the surrounding neighborhood. These photos are now on permanent display in the Zlatan Suite at Clarion Hotel Malmö Live.
Clearly, this project provided me with a much deeper understanding of Rosengård and of how inspiringly eclectic the area is and, of course, insight into some of the socio-economic challenges that lay ahead for the area and the stakeholders that live, work and operate there.
I recently listened to an episode of the excellent podcast Hidden Brain which presented research within ecology and sociology. According to scientists findings, “The Edge Effect” is when eco systems and cultures blend and cross-pollinate, providing a ton of new evolutionary opportunities. No big surprise, perhaps and I saw some of this taking place in real-time whilst filming in Rosengård and it made my heart smile. I still think this is worth keeping in mind today when so much of society is polarized, fragmented and focused on bearing tribalisms on our sleeves instead of building relationships based on shared commonalities.
In addition to the four aforementioned videos I’ve also taken most of the company’s press photos and documented each of Rosengårds Fastigheter’s 35 residential buildings.
Last night, I set the alarm for 6:00 a.m. to be able to capture some footage and stills of Marstrand in the early morning light.
The remote control isn’t working right now due to the charging port malfunctioning. I may have forced the micro usb cable in the wrong way.
So I’m controlling the Mavic via the DJI Go app. The on-screen controls are flimsy and somewhat unpredictable – but after a few test runs, navigating the drone actually works just fine and dandy – as long as I only fly it vertically.
My view this evening at about 11:00 p.m. from across the narrow channel that seperates Marstrand from where our hotel is located.
Our talented daughter Elle shot this earlier today during a well-needed coffee break at Bergs Konditori – a legendary café on the island of Marstrand where we’re working for a few days.
I’m here to shoot a destination video about Marstrand, and so, today, in early hours of the a.m., we walked back and forth along the popular harbor drag and spent a few hours exploring the ocean facing side of Marstrand – to capture the best views before the harsh, midday sun arrived.
It’s high season, but still not excruciatingly crowded. In my late teens and early twenties, I spent some time here – either sailing or partying. Sometimes both. But it’s been at least 15 years since my last visit. Fortunately, like the coffee at Bergs, Marstrand hasn’t changed much. It’s still good where it counts.
Here’s a collection of mostly aerial (drone) footage from Västra Hamnen that I’ve shot over the last couple of months. We really live in a remarkable neighborhood – especialy when the weather is as spectacular as it has been since April.
From yesterday’s broadcast of the FIFA WORLD CUP quarter final match between Sweden and England at Folkets Park here in Malmö. Not exactly sure how many were there, but somewhere above 10k would be about right. Sad for the loss, glad for the camaraderie atsmosphere at the event.
We had a bunch of “cigarette boats” visit our small little harbor earlier today. Unbeknownst to me, it’s an annual event. I took out the drone for a spin to capture a few of the above sequences. The popular 1980s pastel hued detective show, Miami Vice, obviously came to mind as these monsters eventually pulled out of the harbor and headed slowly out to the Öresund strait.
The equivalent on land must certainly be a dragster, no? On the one hand, it’s hard not to appreciate the sleek aesthetics of either the land or seagoing gas/diesel guzzling vehicle.
So this 60 second video represents some of the highlights from our phenomenal safari in the Masai Mara National Reserve. It was our third safari to date and I sincerely hope there will be plenty more.
It was an abstract, somewhat religious experience to be on the very planes of the African savanna where we all originate from – with an incredible diversity of creatures and humans that have roamed and lived out their lives there for millions of years.
From last night: at 87 meters, the high rise to the right is called Kronprinsen (the Crown Prince). It was once Sweden’s tallest building, replaced in 2005 by the 190 meter skyscraper, Turning Torso – the silhouette in the background. To the right is Malmö Live.
From last night above a small bridge near Malmö Live, the hotel,conference and concert hall of Malmö’s Symphony Orchestra.
It’s all about finding the sweet spot between light and dark. That’s what I keep telling myself each time I head out after sunset with the drone to capture a few photographs that are within the dynamic range and light sensitivity of its relatively small camera sensor. With just a little tweaking in Lightroom, only to remove some slight graininess, most images turn out to be very clean and usable.
Shot this last night at about 10:30 p.m just after getting off the train from Kastrup and off the plane from Spain. Smooth flight and gorgeous weather as we crossed Ibiza and the Swiss Alps. According to Apple Maps, we flew above (or, at least near) the Matterhorn.
Pilar de la Horadada near Alicante is definitely a travel-worthy, recommendable destination. Very laid-back and charming. Almost ghostly calm this time of year. Food was good, too. Mostly tapas, of course. But they did have a decent Mexican bodega run by an Argentenian that looked like a young Gino Vanelli.
One of my three days was spent biking roughly 40k along the coast. Fell in love with an ancient spa hotel called Encarnacion Los Alcazares – which was where rested before turning around during the ride.
Meanwhile, amazingly, the southern California-esque weather persists here in Malmö. A meteorological blessing I hope will last for at least another two more months. Because, we’re worth it!
In Spain again. This time near Alicante where I’m checking out a small, picturesque, seaside village called, Pilar de la Horadada.
Whilst here, I joined the dynamic duo, Ankan Östberg and Katti Johansson and a huge posse of roughly 20 friends – mostly old colleagues and buddies from my days up in Riksgränsen (northernmost Swedish province of Lapland) and on the island of Gotland – to royally celebrate our sweet friend, Anki Jansson’s 50th birthday.
Sad news arrived yesterday from Nairobi, Kenya. Charlotte’s aunt, Görel Day-Wilson had passed away hastily. Raised and educated in Sweden, Görel moved to Kenya over 45 years ago where together with her husband David, she owned a tea farm. Görel worked as a jouranlist and in later years, as an administrator and coordinator for Rotary Doctors in Kenya. She is survived by daughter Victoria, siblings Agneta and Hans and grandchildren Baringo and Maria. Rest in Peace, Görel. You will certainly be missed by the family and by friends around the world.
Swedish Midsommar in Vejbystrand from some reshuffled material I found deep down in the archives…one of the rare Swedish Midsummer (sommar solstice) celebrations that didn’t require umbrellas, boots and raincoats. Shot in Vejbystrand, an idyllic, yet off-the-radar ancient village along the northern coast of western Skåne in southern Sweden. A place we love to visit.
Bangkok Hyperlapse is a collection of video clips for one of my favorite megacities, Bangkok, Thailand. With all the film material I have from the Thai capital, I could possibly produce a dozen more just like it.
We lived in Bangkok for about six months five years ago. Though the heat and humidity started taking its toll on us towards the end of our stay, the sheer variety and diversity of cultural happenings, range of architecture and cushy expat lifestyle was hard to leave behind.
We lived in a large serviced apartment just off Sukhumvit where both cleaning and laundry were included in our rent and dinner was just a phone call away. It was wonderful to have most of the practical, mundane chores taken care of – which in turn allowed us a lot of creative freedom.
Bangkok is still a destination we return to regularly and benchmark against other cities. So far, we’ve not come even close to finding a city that can compete.
I’ve been flying in and out of Los Angeles International Airport for most of my life. At least far back as 1967. For the last couple of years, I’ve tried to spend some time shooting and filming planes as they land from the small park next to the In n Out Burger restaurant adjacent to one of the main runways.
If you face eastwards and have a fairly long zoon lens, you’ll easily capture several commercial jets as they approach the airport. I’ve even gotten a couple of shots where you can actually see the cockpit crew. And if the weather’s good at sunset, which it usually is except during “June Gloom” (when the whole city seems engulfed in a dreary cloud of grey), there’s a decent chance you’ll be able to get a few shots like those at the end of the above video.
From a recent visit to Österlen on Sweden’s east coast where the yellow canola fields are just absolutely stunning. We spent a couple of days in the region, enjoying amazing weather, good food and beverages at local BnB, Karnelunds.
Walking along the narrow winding cobblestone lanes in the old town, preferably in the early evening as the scorching sun is just about to retreat and the humidity begins to taper off, is nothing short of a privilege. With all its art galleries, small shops, tapas bars and beautiful courtyards, La Lonja is by far my favorite Palma neighborhood.
Palma Pee Pee & Poo Poo
On the other hand, while my eyes are preoccupied with taking in the immense beauty that is the labyrinth of ancient churches, forts and towering residential buildings, the smell of urine dominates just about every breath I take and step I make.
I want to think it’s the visitors – as opposed to residents – who are the main culprits. Yet even in less touristy areas of Palma, one’s nostrils are permeated with the stench from both freshly exuded as well as more vintage pee pee.
So I am not convinced this isn’t a socially accepted behavior among locals as well. And when I think about how often one sees dog poo on the sidewalks and park lawns, that theory might not be too far-fetched.
Maybe folks here feel strongly about this smelly yet for them important expression of personal freedom. To pee or not to pee. That is the question.
With a helicopter’s perspective, as in the short clip above, where you take in Palma’s amazing beauty as the light shifts from stark to subtle, it’s hard not to look passed and smell beyond the pee pee and poo poo and just enjoy the view.
Currently in Palma de Majorca – where we lived for a winter some 12 years ago. I haven’t been back since about four years and the last time was to shoot for a story about a hotel called Palm Suites that was inaugurated by the always fun-loving Swedish party princess and sister to the Swedish king, Birgitta.
In addition to a write-up about a hotel in Palma’s old town, La Lonja, we’re here to celebrate a good friend’s 50th birthday. Which we did ever-so thoroughly yesterday evening together with a group other pals, some of which had flown in specifically for the occasion, at one of the island’s most popular restaurants, La Perla by Emilio Ingrosso – a Swedish fellow from Stockholm with Italian roots.
After a few tasty starters, I enjoyed a classic yet still excellently sumptuous dish consisting of garlic and wine sautéed scampi on homemade penne pasta bathed in a cream sauce. Despite the full house and it being Saturday night, we received insightful recommendations and both attentive and entertaining service.
When the bill arrived some four hours after we we’re seated, it turned out that La Perla was surprisingly affordable – despite the ten of us doing our outmost best to empty the restaurant’s wine celler.
Just got back from an intense, albeit inspiring three day art focused trip to Germany where I stayed at one serioulsy cheap Berlin hotel. Of all the things I saw during the many hours I spent walking around Berlin, for some odd reason, the hotel Sickinger Hof stands out like a sore thumb. Let me explain…
As much as I enjoy guesting swanky boutique hotels with their thoughtfully decorated rooms and stylish, loungable public spaces, once in a while, I’ll actively choose to stay at a real dump. I do this mostly so I’ll appreciate my humble beginnings – and be reminded of when I spent months on end backpacking around Europe, the US and across Southeast Asia and couldn’t care less about where I slept – as long as the room rate didn’t exceed my frugally planned budget.
If I had to guess, I would wager that I’ve stayed in 350 different hotels, motels, guest houses and B & Bs around the world. I’ve spent a night in a rat infested dorm room in Penang (Malaysia), at a rundown, dustbin of a motel in the middle of Death Valley(Mojave, California) and, rented rooms with paper thin walls and crusty mattresses in one of Khao San Road’s (Bangkok. Thailand) many cheap guesthouses.
On a recent trip to Berlin, my third ever visit to the German capital, I opted to stay at one of the city’s cheapest hotels – a bare bones, bottom of the barrel place called the Sickinger Hof.
Here’s my take.
The Sickinger Hof won’t please most people. The opposite is much more likely. The hotel is located on the corner of a really noisy intersection, just off a highway, a huge bus terminal and a busy train station in one of Berlin’s most boring neighborhoods. Those are some pretty tough environmental issues to counter, I know. But given the circumstances, one would therefore think that a hotel in that location would at least try do something to offset the less-than-pleasant miljeu.
The drab building where the Sickinger Hof is located is so nondescript, that if you didn’t see the hotel sign above the entrance, you would easily think it was a small storage facility, an old laundromat or maybe a 24hr convenience store in a part of town you don’t want to be caught in after nightfall.
The hotel’s interior decor – from the dark, dreary reception and dining area to the stairway’s flimsy carpets, red drapes and robust pinewood furniture, made it clear to me that the owner of the Sickinger Hof either has a complete lack of taste. or, even worse, zero interest in creating anything resembling an atmosphere that is pleasing to look at – let alone be a guest in.
I had booked a room with a double bed and was therefore disappointed when I opened my door and saw only two twin beds next to each other.To remedy what I hoped was an honest error, I immediately returned to the reception and asked for the room I had reserved online. Surprisingly, the owner actually went ballistic on me – I mean, clearly visually upset for me bringing this up with him. And when I pointed out the details of my booking, he simply admitted that the hotel didn’t have anything but single beds. To be fair, though, he did offer to come up to my room and push the twin beds together – as of that would of instantly solved my little problem. Realizing there wasn’t much I could do about the situation, I schlepped my bag back up to my room, knowing I would survive and possibly live to write about the ordeal.
Though really small (circa 8 sqm), room 16 was reasonably bright but I’d be generous to claim that the ensuite bathroom was anything but comically tiny. You know those little plastic rectangular soaps packed in clear plastic? Well, at the Sickinger Hof you got two them! It’s probably just me, but each time I opened one the packages with my teeth, I inadvertently bit into a soap.
On a more serious note, what turned out to be an inexcusable issue with my room was the unmistakable stench of old nicotine from the walls, drapes and mattresses. The hotel must of had many years of cigarr and cigarette smoking guests in room 16. Or, maybe the owner just hadn’t bothered to clean the walls properly before painting over them. I didn’t bother to complain about this, though. What would be the point, right?
I stayed at the Sickinger Hof for three balmy days in June (2018) and the only way to keep cool after sunset, was to leave the window ajar all night and just deal with the amount of noise from the passing trains, the exhaust fumes coming from the highway below and the reeking walls inside.
The Sickinger Hof’s signature breakfast is extremely basic, even for German standards; two bread rolls, a thermos of coffee, a tall glass of concentrated. sugary orange juice, a plate with industrial sliced cheese and salami, a cold boiled egg and a bowl filled with small packs of jams, butter and honey. Nothing to write home about there, either. The coffee was pretty good, though.
The staff at this hotel were really friendly and helpful. That said, they seemed tired and not particularly happy with their work. Which is understandable. It’s not like the owners seem to have any ambitions whatsoever of improving their hotel. And the likelihood management would hire an external consultant for an analysis and then make suggestions of how to increase the level of hospitality at the Sickinger Hof is, well, highly unlikely.
Honestly, the only thing Sickinger Hof has going for it is the low room rate. There is just no other reason to stay there. No, I don’t regret my three nights. It was certainly interesting to see what €70/night will get you in a cheap Berlin hotel. Now I know.
Berlin Hauptbahnhof, the main train station in the capital of Germany yesterday afternoon before meeting up with friends Doris and Peter – former Västra Hamnen neighbors. I was able to walk around the giant train station and collect footage undisturbed for about two hours. Didn’t even see a single police or security rep and noone seemed particularily bothered by my filming – which wasn’t too surprising, considering I was shooting with an iPhone 7+ and not a RED Monstro.
Apps used: Instagram’s Hyperlapse, Apple’s Timelapse and Slow Motion and Apple Final Cut Pro.
It’s certainly interesting being a Swedish American and writing about the National Day of Sweden while in Berlin, Germany.
Maybe not so much as a kid growing up in the US, but as an adult, I’ve always felt skeptical about celebrating either of my home countries national day. It’s just so absurdly self-congratulatory, unreflective and fake.
Being proud about being born in Sweden or any other country is just silly and fuels more of the tribalism, nationalism and intolerance that’s sweeping across our planet these days.
Being proud means, at least to me, that you’ve achieved something significant or strived to reach a personal goal and succeeded. Like being a good role model for your children and seeing them grow up to become good people.
Don’t get me wrong, I feel genuinely fortunate to have lived most of my life in Sweden and it’s certainly a beautiful country with many wonderful traditions.
But I’m not proud about being a Swedish citizen. Because, inevitably, patriotism leads to people becoming seduced by the hype of their own superiority and often end up electing bigots and dictators. Look at Hungary, Polen, Turkey, the US and soon maybe even Sweden if the forthcoming election polls are an indication of how well the fascist party SD will actually do.
It’s been about five years since I was last back in Berlin and what has arguably been the world’s quintessential cultural capital since at least the 1920s.
Berlin is certainly a melting pot – a relentless, seemingly untamed urban jungle where much of everything happens all at once. An epic center where the high and the low, the new and the old are intertwined in an incredibly fluid, seemingly frictionless, organic symbiosis.
I walked 15k around the Mitte area yesterday afternoon and evening from my hotel to Potsdamer Platz – mostly through residential neighborhoods, parks and along the beautifully sunlit Spree canal. Somewhere during that trek, I met the fellow above whom happily posed for me – without even the slightest utterance about GDPR compliance.
The heatwave continues…thankfully. Shot this one yesterday with a birdseye view of Scaniabadet, a super-popular tanning and swimming area here in Västra Hamnen. I shot it while hovering at approximately 100 meters above the unsuspecting sun worshipers below.
This is a shot I took earlier tonight from above Ribersborg – a nearby park – and I’m calling the photo, “The Nightfly”, hoping Steely Dan and Donald Fagen fans out there will get the namesake. I waited until the very last light (and for folks to have left the park) to fire up the drone and hope it would find a stable moment or two to capture the view at just the right altitude.
I am in awe of how powerful the little sensor is and how the camera and stabilizer work so well together to provide such usable, clean images. So, how stable is the gimbal, you ask? Well, had I shot this with my Leica at 1/8 of a second and ISO 400, not even with that camera’s built-in stabilizer and full-frame sensor would it have been adequate enough to counter the amount of motion blur those settings would of inevitably incurred. Oh, and did I mention how windy it was at the height the photo was shot? Very windy, indeed.