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.
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.
Holy Waffle.