The Holy Waffle is a photo book that documents “scandinavism” in the UK,
under the roof of the Norwegian Seamen’s Church, which is a community that welcomes people to come and talk or be social and feel a bit at home far away from home. With the use of the camera, The holy waffle is a day-to-day documentation of The Norwegian Seamen's Church in London, and a study of Norwegians' search for something reminiscent of "home" abroad. The book has a duality in it, where disposable cutlery and waffles get a divine touch, while religious references meet the feeling of the family company in the nineties. The book questions Norwegian identity and the Norwegian community. Where do we gather around when we are far from home? A gold-plated Viking statue hardly has the same connotations in England as in Norway. But the real question is... What can really surpass waffle with blueberry jam? The photobook has a nostalgic feeling, and captures a recognizable mood that we have also seen in recent years. Are we seeking the known and the old as clues in an increasingly changeable and fluid world?
under the roof of the Norwegian Seamen’s Church, which is a community that welcomes people to come and talk or be social and feel a bit at home far away from home. With the use of the camera, The holy waffle is a day-to-day documentation of The Norwegian Seamen's Church in London, and a study of Norwegians' search for something reminiscent of "home" abroad. The book has a duality in it, where disposable cutlery and waffles get a divine touch, while religious references meet the feeling of the family company in the nineties. The book questions Norwegian identity and the Norwegian community. Where do we gather around when we are far from home? A gold-plated Viking statue hardly has the same connotations in England as in Norway. But the real question is... What can really surpass waffle with blueberry jam? The photobook has a nostalgic feeling, and captures a recognizable mood that we have also seen in recent years. Are we seeking the known and the old as clues in an increasingly changeable and fluid world?
I grew up almost a Christian.
We didn't go to church that often as a family, and when we went, it was preferably around the holidays. I also went to Sunday school a couple of times with some friends when I was
young, but that was it. A few years passed, and I started school in London, and like many other Norwegians, missed little Norway.
A few years have passed, I start school in London and I, like many Norwegians, miss Little Norway (even though it is an hour's flight away). I got a tip from my parents just before I left. They had even lived abroad, to mention a place to me called The Norwegian seaman’s church. I first thought this is just a place for such people who go to church almost EVERY Sunday, while they explain it rather as a place where we as Norwegians can come and relax. Sit down with people with the same and different backgrounds in a country that is not theirs, but can rather talk about another place that everyone longs to return to. I started walking but bel more and more fascinated by what people talked about in church, I had the idea that they should talk religion and Christianity but it was rather an eternal discussion about where the best waffle is. So it seemed that the Holy Spirit was not at the center of this community but rather the more exquisite Holy Waffle.
We didn't go to church that often as a family, and when we went, it was preferably around the holidays. I also went to Sunday school a couple of times with some friends when I was
young, but that was it. A few years passed, and I started school in London, and like many other Norwegians, missed little Norway.
A few years have passed, I start school in London and I, like many Norwegians, miss Little Norway (even though it is an hour's flight away). I got a tip from my parents just before I left. They had even lived abroad, to mention a place to me called The Norwegian seaman’s church. I first thought this is just a place for such people who go to church almost EVERY Sunday, while they explain it rather as a place where we as Norwegians can come and relax. Sit down with people with the same and different backgrounds in a country that is not theirs, but can rather talk about another place that everyone longs to return to. I started walking but bel more and more fascinated by what people talked about in church, I had the idea that they should talk religion and Christianity but it was rather an eternal discussion about where the best waffle is. So it seemed that the Holy Spirit was not at the center of this community but rather the more exquisite Holy Waffle.