In Stockholm, Sweden, everything is zoomed in, high focus, sharp.
The air pierces your nostrils. The wind rakes through your hair. The cold pricks at your skin. Sharp.
The colours are clear. Crisp. Cold. Sharp.
But it’s stark and clean and simple and beautiful. And one day I would love to go back.
The old town is all storybook houses, cobbled streets and the scent of honey almond wine smokes around the maze of streets making it all smell like Christmas. The rest is grungy and graffiti and beer. Expensive tailored coats and cute cafes and an absence of Starbucks.
Relax and take a fika – a Swedish coffee break taken multiple times a day and enjoy a kanelleboulle.
Salmon, cinnamon and dark rye bread.
It’s expensive but worth it.
Bring a good coat. Hold hands. People watch.
Pictures from Matthew Hemmaty