In the wake of Copenhagen Fashion Week, Ayamé pens a heartfelt love letter to the city that ceaselessly inspires her
I have known many cities, but none like you, Copenhagen. I’ve known cities that never sleep, that pull me along in a wide-eyed daze. Cities that send a rush of thrill through me with every blare of a horn. But with you, Copenhagen, I am lulled in a dream. As I dance along your pebbled streets, I’m woken gently by the soft ding of a bicycle bell. I have no kin here, I think each time I greet a new friend with a 'hej hej'. OK, can I move here? I could have skalbord every day, and don’t even get me started on smørrebrød. I think I love you; is that too soon? No, I take it back – I know I love you. You’re daring and courageous, like a brilliant swan with bright red feathers. Perhaps I’m coming on too strong.
I adore you in every season; to me, your beauty never waivers. In the winter and spring, with the sun blazing above or the rain pelting the ground below, I love every shade of you. Even this time of year, when your skies hold less saturation and winds bite through my coat. Though can I ask that you try to be sunnier for me? I hate to sound cliché, but it’s my favorite of your moods.
Copenhagen, you inspire me to be bold in my choice to be more myself. I want nothing more than to impress you, but I know you’ll happily welcome me as I am. And oh how you welcomed me – arms spread wide as The Lakes.
I hope you are as delighted to have me as I am to be with you.
British Airways flight 812 to Copenhagen – I count down the hours until we meet again.
Ayamé at Copenhagen Fashion Week AW25.
