Refshaleøen Winter Market
The hall was built to fit a ship and has never been warm. Traders bring their own heat, the food stalls bring most of it, and everybody stands closer together than they would in June.
It is a making market rather than a craft one: bookbinders, a knife sharpener who works while you wait, two boatbuilders selling offcuts by weight.
The shipyard canteen reopens for the three weekends and serves one dish a day, decided on the Thursday and written on the wall in chalk. It seats ninety and the queue is longer than that from about half past one.
Light drops at three, which is when the hall is worth being in. The far end is kept clear for a fire drum and a queue for it.
The harbour bus runs every twenty minutes and stops a hundred metres from the door. Cash is faster than cards at half the stalls.
Upcoming events
Paper and Press: Three Centuries of Dutch Type
Punches, matrices and proofs from Enschedé, laid out beside the machines that cut them.
Blue Hour: Cyanotypes from the Raval
Forty prints made with river water and morning sun, hung in a former dye works on Carrer de Joaquín Costa.
Form Follows Feeling: A Bauhaus Retrospective
One hundred objects that taught the century how to sit, read and pour. Curated with the Dessau archive.
Spiegelgasse Salon: Four Evenings of New Music
Four evenings in a first-floor room that seats sixty, with the composer in the third row each time.
Chromatic Studies: Albers to Now
Homage to the square, continued. Colour interaction from 1950 to the present in twelve rooms.
Nocturnes at the Glass Pavilion
Chopin and Glass after dark, performed for ninety listeners under a single suspended light.