I’m a sucker for reflections. This was taken in December at my local café, Ingolfs Kaffebar on Amager. Cafés in Denmark are “hyggelige” – a Danish word without a proper translation, indicating something really nice, making you feel comfortable.
Originally I shot the portrait of the horse from a different angle. Turned out when I had a look that this shows the front of the café from a different view than usual. I can’t claim to be the first to think of this as I feel almost positive that I have seen this before. The photo doesn’t hang in the café anymore, though.
To me there is a sinister quality to this portrait of a worn down carrusel elephant. How can it still be smiling when it is so battered? What has it got to smile about? Can we detect smugness as well? And how exactly did it get those scars?