Dalsnibba, National Tourist Route Geiranger-Trollstigen © Steinar Skaar
When you think of Norway beyond Oslo, you’re probably thinking about the dramatic landscapes of the fjords, and with good reason — there’s nowhere on Earth quite like them! There’s a lot more to Norway’s breathtaking beauty, though, and in 1997 Parliament decided on a way to help you get to it: The National Tourist Routes. After the municipalities nominated a total of 52 roads covering 8,000 kilometers, in 2004 18 were selected to receive the distinction. You’ll find White Line Hotels Edit Juvet Landskapshotell off Norwegian County Road 63, otherwise known as National Tourist Route Geiranger – Trollstigen.
Although its white to bluish-white hue and light, fluffy texture could be said to resemble picture-perfect clouds on your plate, what makes Kopanisti cheese so divine isn’t just its taste. As legend has it, Aristaios, the son of Apollo and the huntress Cyrene, was sent by the gods to bestow the divine art of cheese-making on the people of Greece. Some myths even suggest that Kopanisti cheese gets better and better with time. One taste of its rich, peppery taste and you just might believe it.
Tracey Emin Why I Never Became a Dancer, 1995
Youth. In a lot of creative fields, it’s rewarded. In visual arts…well…not so much. It’s a field in the arts that celebrates life experience and could even be said to festishize, to one degree or another, a fair bit of suffering — and let’s face it, most have to be well past the 20-somethings to begin to compete against those standards, leaving teenage angst to rock and roll. Sometimes teenage angst does break out of music’s territory and into the gallery, though, and Why I Never Became A Dancer at Munich’s Haus der Kunst presents 15 videos by international artists to prove it.
The name Private Collection alone conjures up all sorts of ideas of privileged and intimate access to things that, on any normal day, we might not even know exist. It’s not just the private part, but also the idea of collection; whatever group of things we encounter was brought together by someone, and being privy to that selection will undoubtedly shine a light of reflection onto the collector. In the case of this exhibition at Vienna’s Krobath Gallery by Czech artist Dominik Lang, son of artist Jiří Lang, the insight and access we’re given does reflect the creator; these reflections, however, also create the work.
There are moments when that indescribable Swedish air around things becomes less allusive, when you can almost pinpoint the qualities that makes these things so deliciously…well…Swedish. Maybe you know exactly what I’m talking about? It’s a mix best clumsily described as gloomy and sublime, what you feel during an Ingmar Bergman film, or listening to ABBA’s The Winner Takes It All. You could also call it a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, and just a little bit salty, which, coincidentally, is exactly how Gothenburg restaurant fond introduces their autumn menu.