8 things New Yorkers do

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My boyfriend and I sat in the subway some days ago, and out of the blue I said to him: “let’s write a blog post about things New Yorkers do!”, and he was game. Him, being a real Brooklynite, living here since he was a year and a half, knows how real New Yorkers act, well, he acts that way himself, and me, having been to New York eight times in my life, staying here many weeks at a time, know a fair share after having experienced, seen, observed, and noticed the New Yorkers and their behavior myself.

We spent some time discussing many different things New Yorkers do, think, and say, and then we picked out the ten point that were really worth joining this list of “10 things New Yorkers do”. Actually in the end my boyfriend had a hard time agreeing with me and finding self irony, especially when I came up with the “complain” point. New Yorkers don’t complain more than other people in his opinion. This post ended up being more my observations and what I have noticed about the specie of real New Yorkers living in the concrete jungle. Of course this whole list is meant for fun.

8 things New Yorkers do:

♥ They know how to walk a side walk.
This especially goes when you find yourself walking the big avenues of midtown in Manhattan. These streets are always filled shoals of people all walking the same direction, so the one half of the sidewalk is walking up, the other half down. Just like the cars in the streets. There is a very strict way to walk here, and if you stop in the middle of the street, you can be more than sure to make all people around you sigh out loud, and you might even feel some elbows in your sides.

♥ They distinguish between the people that move to New York and stay here some time (they call them transplants) and the “real New Yorkers”.
The real New Yorkers have the opinion (like most people growing up in the big cities do) that they are better and cooler than the people that move here from smaller cities. There are different opinions about when you can call yourself a New Yorker. Some say you have to have lived here for more than ten years, other people mean you have to be born here. Many people move to New York because to many it is the biggest dream to be able to make it here – “If i can make it here, I can make it anywhere”. So many move here to try and make it, but many also do’t make it work, because the city is tough, it is expensive, it is crowded, and it can be lonely.

♥ They keep looking after subways in the stations because there is no clock to tell them when the trains are coming and they are bored waiting, so why not spend the time bending out over the tracks every second while waiting?

♥ They don’t recognize the Jersey, or in fact, any other place in the world than New York City.
I know this just by looking at my boyfriend’s facial expression when somebody mentions New Jersey. His face cringes and out of his mouth comes an “ewww!”. If he hears about somebody that moved to New Jersey due to high rents, his reaction is: “why are they being so mean to themselves?”.

♥ They stop and look at every real estate window they pass in the streets most of the time to be disgusted by the high and rising prices of housing in the city.
I mean, is it even legal to pay 30.000 dollars a month for a 100 square meter house in Brooklyn?!

♥ They avoid eye contact at all costs and pretend like it isn’t happening.
The eye contact deal can really be experienced if walking Bedford Avenue and trying to make eye contact with the orthodox Jews. They simply don’t look you in the eye. The “pretend law” works the second you go on the subway. Writer, Siri Husvedt once wrote in one of her essays: “This simple law, one nearly every New Yorker subscribes to whenever possible, is: pretend it isn’t happening.”. Changes that something freaky, weird, or unpleasant will happen in the subway, like some person with mental issues talking out loud, are high. Riding the subway and you will see that nobody will say anything, do something, or even look up if something freaky happens.

♥ Complain.
There is always something to complain about, always something to be annoyed about. Whether it is the G-train, the insanely high rents, the prices for food, cigarettes, and alcohol, the annoying tourists that are constantly to be found in NYC all year round, the weather that is either to warm or to cold, the fear of bedbugs, the overrated High Line. Yes, New Yorkers will always find a reason or something to complain about.

♥ Compliment.
This in general goes for most Americans. They are much better at being honest and complimenting other people, which is something Europeans, and especially Danish people are not so good at. Yesterday I was in a clothing store and three people working there all told me that they loved the dress I was wearing and asked me where I got it from. They are also the first ones to tell you that you are beautiful, pretty and so on. It is really a self esteem boost to be here!

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Wedding in The Hamptons

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Wedding in The Hamptons. The main reason my boyfriend and I had to go to New York, was to attend his good friend from university’s wedding. The wedding took place this Saturday in The Hamptons in Long Island. We took a car out there and it was a beautiful drive. It is so funny that it doesn’t take long to leave the crazy, big city of New York, to get to green trees, beach, and nature.

I was exited to attend this wedding, since the only weddings I have been to are my uncle and aunt’s and my parents’, both of which I was too young to remember. Besides from that this was an American wedding, which is also something different and definitely and experience for a Danish girl like me.

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The wedding also gave me an opportunity to dress up and wearing high heels, something I rarely do. I wore a dress my mom’s friend made for me when I graduated high school almost two years ago. It feels so amazing to have dresses made specially for one self and to know that no one else has that exact dress.

The wedding was held in a country club kinda house in amazing surroundings. There were more than 120 people, a great mix of them, because the bride is Philippine/Ecuadorian, and the groom American.

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After the ceremony we had cocktails, and there was a big buffet, and I started eating, not realizing that an hour after, there would be a four course dinner. The DJ/hype man began to ask everybody to get seated in the other room where the dinner was, and after all the more than hundred people were seated, the five bride maids and their partners came ind like walking a catwalk while being introduced by the hyper hype man. Last came the newlyweds and they had their first dance while everybody was watching. After a minute of dancing, the hype man asked everybody to join them, and “All of me” by John Legend suddenly turned in to a techno version of the song. It wasn’t even 1 pm, and the whole wedding guest crowd was going crazy on the dance floor. My thoughts were “oh, this is fun, and it would never happen at a Danish wedding!”.

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The bride and groom took their seat and their own table for just them two in the middle of the room, and I asked my boyfriend if that is how it works at weddings in America, because that is not how we do it in Denmark, and he said yes. I like the idea that the newlywed couple is in the middle of the room, and they get all the attention, but my thoughts are, what is the point in inviting 120 people to a party, if you barely talk to them? Of course the couple took their rounds through all the tables to talk to everybody and the rest of the time was mostly spent on the dance floor.

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Some hours later we made our way back to Brooklyn, and the minute I got in the car, I took off my very high heels, (I was actually very surprised that I survived wearing them throughout the whole wedding), and my tight dress.

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Still feeling jetlagged and tired after a day full of party, people, food, and drinks, we spent the rest of the night on the couch.

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Brooklyn visual diary pt. 1 // Basquiat at The Brooklyn Museum


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Brooklyn visual diary. I arrived in Brooklyn, New York last night, and before passing out due to the jetlag, we had a nice, Caribbean dinner. This morning I managed to wake up at 5.30 am (thank you jetlag!), and to kill time before starting the day, we went for a long walk with my boyfriend’s dogs, Winston and Oliver. I am so happy to see those dear dogs again, and even though it was 7 o clock in the morning, they were more than happy to go out for a walk.PicMonkey Collage2
I am a big fan of walking, and there are so many beautiful places to see in this city that you notice by walking around. I went to a supermarket in Brooklyn and found skyr. Skyr is Icelandic for yogurt, and it has a high content of protein. Healthy and tasty! I think it is pretty clever that I found a breakfast alternative to the American pancakes they serve at most cafés with breakfast here in New York, which I, to speak the truth, wouldn’t mind eating every morning. Well, summer is coming, so I don’t think eating American pancakes every morning is a good idea. Besides from that I have a pretty hard reaction to flying long distance, my stomach starts hurting and I get nauseous, so I try to drink a lot of water and eat good and healthy food. PicMonkey Collage3 At a more decent time of the day around noon, we walked to Brooklyn Museum. Right now they are having an Jean-Michel Basquiat exhibition showing his sketch books with writings and drawings. My boyfriend is a huge Basquiat fan – so of course we had to go! I enjoyed it too.

Now I just woke up from a much needed nap, not only was I tired because of waking up at five in the morning, but we also managed to walk almost 20 kilometers. While sleeping a marathon of the TV show “Keeping up with the Kardashians” was running on the TV. Only in America, haha! It is truly great to back in THE city, the only thing I can ask for is for the weather to get a little better. TTYL! (Abbreviations like a real American).

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Berlin lately // Little things pt. 2

 Just some little glimpses of what I have been up to in Berlin lately.

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I pass this bridge almost every day on my bike rides and I love it. It simply screams Berlin!

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Kobe steak, beans, and sweet potato fries at Grill Royal.

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Breakfast just how I like it. Vanilla yogurt, crunchy granola, banana, and berries. This is about how far my skills in the kitchen go.

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Discovering Berlin by bike. Nothing better than just walking or biking around with no plans or agenda or anything to do.

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Ice coffee is back at The Barn and we are happy! It has been a long winter without it.

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Vietnamese coffee break at Qua Phe, a beautiful and authentic looking Vietnamese snack café. They serve cakes, bao buns with filling, Vietnamese coffee, lemonade and so on.

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Me trying to look sassy wearing my Celine glasses.

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Morning coffee with a dear friend at my all time favorite café Silo. Our new favorite occupation is to play pick up sticks (or Mikado as we say in Denmark and Germany) while drinking coffee.IMG_2901

When my parents came to visit me we went to Bosco, an Italian restaurant that has been on my list for a long time. Beautiful decor, good food, but sadly a little disappointing.

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We also had lunch here – Café im Litteraturhaus. It is so beautiful here and the atmosphere in the garden, where guests also enjoy their food, is great.

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Dressing room selfies

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I went through and organized the photos on my iPhone and for some weird reason I found quite a few pictures I took of myself in dressing rooms. I thought it would be fun to do a little collection them – so here you go. They are from Berlin, Lisbon, and Paris.

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