We start this Sunday with an urgent advisory: it’s safe to go out in the world. Really! I point this out because across the course of an average week I still encounter people (supposedly well-informed) who still say, “I’m really looking forward to travelling again when it’s easier to cross borders,” or, “My company will let us start booking flights once the situation improves and it becomes less complicated.” For individuals who think that it’s difficult to cross borders (we’ll park Asia to one side) and pass through airports, it’s not. Promise. As for companies trying to save on travel expenses by scaring staff, you’re going to find yourself on the back foot if you don’t allow your best and brightest the chance to venture out on the road to win business and peddle your wares.
On Monday, I embarked on one of those old-fashioned roadtrip work weeks that, quite recently, many promised would be a thing of the past. You might be familiar with these proclamations and protests; who wants to wake up early for a short-haul flight? Why travel for work when you can do almost everything on your screen? What’s the real benefit of being there in person when virtual is cheaper and just as effective? Aside from the very simple fact that such statements are nonsense and wishful thinking on the part of the extremely lazy, a well-paced work trip is invigorating, inspiring and quite often highly entertaining. Here’s why.
Monday evening, Jah Izakaya & Sake Bar, Copenhagen. I’m dining with a group of Danish entrepreneurs and creatives, and after a delicious meal and many rounds of sake I have more business leads and our executive editor Nolan has so many story ideas that we could easily develop a special edition devoted to Denmark. In fact, that’s exactly what we’re going to do and that’s the magic of a finely tuned business dinner. On top of that, one of the Japanese partners behind the restaurant also informs us that he’s going to move to Okinawa for a while with his family for a little lifestyle reset. We all pledge to buy a little plot of land and build a retirement compound where we can all spend a bit of time in the Pacific sunshine.
Tuesday afternoon, Nordhavn, Copenhagen. I’ve never been a big fan of waterfront revitalisation projects. I think I’m still scarred from watching developers and dopey city planners destroy most of Toronto’s harbourfront in the 1980s and since then have struggled to find projects that truly deliver. After a little stroll around Copenhagen’s rapidly densifying Nordhavn, my views changed. The scale is mixed, the streets tight, the architecture a blend of the very good but also mediocre, and it’s all filling in at speed rather than waiting to grow into itself. Developer NREP and its partners should be applauded as this is a new benchmark. For sure, it needs more trees (these things always do) and even more shops and services, but it’s off to a great start. Go take a peek.
Tuesday, early evening, Cranks & Coffee, Klampenborg. We venture north to check out the fine goods from Pas Normal Studios at a small venture that does exactly as it says above the door: serves up cycling gear and excellent coffee. Across interconnecting rooms, dogs and babies are napping, a bike is being tuned and some cool boys are grinding beans and marvelling at Nolan’s Bally boots. We end up stocking up on some goods and, on the drive back down to Copenhagen, agree that such field trips are essential for keeping a sharp eye on how retail is evolving and why such outlets are key to creating better neighbourhoods.
Wednesday, Goods, Copenhagen. A couple of months ago I ordered a cardigan from this excellent men’s shop, couldn’t be bothered to have it shipped and said I’d pick it up on my next visit. This turned out to be good for my wardrobe and their Wednesday sales. While the cardi was retrieved I found a couple of other woolly and chunky items on the rails and brought them to the till. When the salesman scribbled out the amount I was slightly surprised by the total. “Aren’t you in your winter sale yet?” I asked. “Sorry, no we’re not,” said the young chap. “We don’t believe that it makes business sense to follow the sales cycle when people still want to buy winter items and aren’t ready to purchase clothes for spring.” This was the most clever bit of marketing wisdom I’d heard in a while. Not only was I happy to pay full price but also felt like I was now a soldier in the battle to upend the cycle of retail being in a state of constant and usually ugly looking deep discounts.
Thursday, ‘Jyllands-Posten’ HQ, Aarhus. While the Jutland-based newspaper might have gained global notoriety for its publication of those Mohammed cartoons, its new headquarters on Aarhus’s waterfront is also a solid example of what a modern media company can look like and how it can function. Having architecture firm Henning Larsen design the building is a good start, hiring an excellent chef to keep journos’ tummies full keeps the stories and scoops flowing, and an investment in the best furniture and fittings makes it much more exciting to be at work rather than sitting at home.
Friday morning, Copenhagen Airport, gate D2. My SAS flight to Paris is full of the Danish fashion crowd heading for buying appointments and menswear presentations. From row one all the way to the back of the Airbus, the cabin is full of little clusters of Copenhagen funky monkeys in beanies, boxy tailoring and Vibram-soled footwear better suited to the streets of Courchevel than the galleries of the Palais-Royal. The show of force is telling. Buying appointments on Zoom aren’t that efficient and you miss out on the opportunity to travel in a pack with similar tastes in knitwear.
Friday evening, Le Voltaire, Paris. The Lusophone world has invaded for the first sitting: to the left, a large table of Portuguese are chattering away and catching up on the week. To the right, a very chic mother, two handsome young gentlemen (her sons?) and perhaps a girlfriend or daughter-in-law with Japanese roots suggest they might be from São Paulo. In fact, all the women in the packed room are chic in their own “we can only be in Paris” way: powerful eyewear, bouncy hair, sequins, gentle cosmetic interventions and wafts of classic scents from Guerlain. There’s so much to take in, to decode, to taste, to enjoy. All of this and much, much more in a busy, working week out in the big, big world. Try it.