Istedgade







Today I gave my grade 8's the assignment to go out and photograph the world around them as though it was the first time they were seeing it.
After looking into the life of Gandhi and talking about protest and being heard, they decided that the way they wanted to make a statement is through photography. So as I was on my way to meet them, on this beautiful Spring day, I decided to join in on the fun: Istedgade is but a sliver of a street and is Copenhagen's "Red Light District" (the meatpacking district is right around the corner...) Here on Istedgade sex shops, heroin abusers and illegal gangsters share sidewalks with mothers pushing strollers and the hippest of the hippest eating sushi and drinking lattes. Istedgade runs right into the backside of the Main Station, ensuring that those who want alternate fixes can find the quickest and easiest way to them.
Next weekend I'm off to Amsterdam with my 7th graders...easy how time creeps up on you.
farvel,
the lab

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Anonymous said…
I was missing your words, girl! Love the photos, too, though. How is everything, volcanic ash notwithstanding?

Love ya,
LAD
10:29 AM
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