We’ve featured Christofer Salestam’s photography before, and a few weeks ago I got to be part of his exciting project together with Karl Larsson: people we meet. The idea is simple yet brilliant. Every few weeks Kalle & Christofer invite a dozen friends & acquaintances over for cheap beer. A facebook event invite with no visible attendees, a mysterious address a little off the map, and a feeling that behind the cellar door is gathering from the likes of Eyes Wide Shut. Everyone has a connection to one of the photographers, but not often anyone else. Before I figured out just where it was, I was thrown the curveball of a bohemian/rock looking couple and a few heavily made-up blondes entering the door. If only a few people show up, the tension isn’t eased until enough beer is imbibed. Portraits are taken. They are playful, honest, and relaxed. The structure disintegrates into group photos and action shots which capture the atmosphere of the “party.”

The tUnE-yArDs’ w h o k i l l is very well produced lo-fi, Merrill Garbus’ attitude is affronting, charming and infectious. The album is a pop culmination of the twee ukulele punk girl bands that have been rocking under the radar for years.

With erratic beat changes, breaks and samples Gold Panda isn’t a club DJ — he isn’t. Yet at the show this Thursday an urge to dance arose. Barring the wasted youth, the crowd was stiff, but not without reason — no further into it than a head bob before GP threw a changeup. It was a sonic rollercoaster: thrilling but queasy.

Yesterday was cycling’s biggest race of the year. We rode out to Bokskogen, had coffee and chocolate balls, and ended up in Philip’s garden. We bathed in the sunshine, listened to the race and ate omelettes.

The race was a dusty chase with a wild west feeling: Boonen crashed, Thor rode on the sidewalk, Cancellara closed the gap like a cupboard door in a domestic squabble, and a true working man took home the rock—with which he proposed to his girlfriend! A truly perfect day. /Patch

P-R captured:

Very sexual /Viggen

Finally I got the opportunity to photograph my first real project in school. The assignment was to  create a wall mounted steel wire product, for the swedish company Maze Int. The result is a bicycle hanger that allows you to safely store your precious bike, along with a helmet and lock. My approach was to create something with simple aesthetics and a functional form which enables you to use it with different types of bikes, taking cable routing and geometry into account.

The form draws inspiration from pursuit handlebars, and to further establish a visual connection with the bike, I decided to wrap the parts where the hanger touches the bike and wall with white cloth handlebar tape. I do have plans on rewrapping it with leather for a more exclusive look.

Lund’s creative studio Södra Esplanaden has moved to a bigger workplace, just beside Ariman. SE is defined by the creative individuals that work there and good ol’ positive vibes. This last thursday they showed us what they were made of: interesting presentations during the day which segued into a beer & mingle evening with friends and creatives.

A city I just can’t seem to get away from.

After the success of last year’s Giro being filmed, we asked Martin Lang to do a trailer for the upcoming race. Two weekends ago we filmed everything at an undisclosed location. The result is nothing short of stunning:

The Weeknd’s — House of Balloons mixtape has soundtracked this past week of openings, champagne and travel. The songs about drugs and debauchery make me perversely nostalgic without putting into question my decision to move on from California. “Bring the 707 out” in Glass Tables cemented the sentiment.

“Weekend” is simply “weekend” in danish…

The Öresund’s bridge is a portal—Copenhagen may be part of Scandinavia, but in comparison to Sweden it seems so… continental. I enjoyed coffee and a slideshow at Din Nye Ven, pasta salad at Ditte & Kajsa’s place, many delicious beers at Mikkeller’s and the refreshing feeling of leaving the country, if only for a day.

Joe Pemberton gives us a short typographical tour of Stockholm. It reminds me of The Wild Type