Chic cycling in Copenhagen is often a dreamy affair. The whole poetic act of well-dressed Copenhageners riding contentedly about on the most efficient and elegant machine ever created is enough to trigger sighs and smiles.
On occasion, this dreaminess morphs into scenes that transport the rider and the viewer to other dimensions. Previously uncharted poetic universes. Perhaps this corner in the city is a secret portal to extra-gorgeousness and über-loveliness.
In the photo above, the winter cyclist enters the portal in a blaze of silhouette and convienently located backlight.
Upon rounding the corner her atoms realign smartly and fall into place with crystal clarity, while her surroundings are now reduced to hazy undefined particles. She exists, solitary and brilliant, in this new dimension. And what a lovely fur hat.
Disclaimer: Access to portals leading to such uncharted gorgeous dimensions can only be achieved in normal clothes and on normal bicycles. Lycra, spandex, plastic clippy-onny shoes and suchlike pandemonium are repelled at the portals, for reasons unbeknownst to science. Other theories on the subject suggest that the unnatural center of gravity on bicycles that force you to lean over cause friction with the power that generates the portals, not unlike opposing magnets.