Party at Spy Bar 23.00-05.00 tomorrow! And pre-party 20.00-23.00 at the American Apparel store. Send me an email at email@example.com with your full name if you wanna come and you are 20 years old or older. xx
Friday’s outfit in video format! Skirt and socks from American Apparel, sweater from BLK DNM, jacket from Humana second hand. (Socks borrowed from Filippa, sweater stolen from Rasmus.) Here’s three other videos I’ve made lately:
1. A lunch with work and my new t-shirt from Faggot Apparel:
2. Silly video with pitched up/down voice:
3. A night out with Filippa, at our favorite bars Ljunggren, Boqueria, Grand Escalier and Spy Bar:
I had my first real teenage crush when I had just turned seventeen. It was the beginning of July 2008 and my best friend Linda and I had gone to the outdoor music festival Arvikafestivalen in northern Sweden. The second night of the festival we had been hanging out in the backstage room until 3 AM with one of the bands that were playing at the festival and when they had to leave to their hotel they gave us a bag with all the booze that was left in their dressing room. The sun had already risen and the scene area was empty of people when we walked back to the camping site – except for one peculiar guy that caught up to us.
He had a red-spotted white turtleneck sweater in silk and make up smeared all over his face, like Robert Smith from The Cure. He introduced himself with ”Hi, my name is Leo but most people say I look like either Harry Potter, Frodo or the guy from The Strokes”. I gave him a beer from our bag and we discussed french electronic acts and house music. He was a DJ, five years older than me, had brown curly hair and lived in Stockholm – which I didn’t at the time. I gave him my number before we separated and he called me the next day. After that we spent two days together watching bands and partying. Dancing around, holding hands, making out behind tents. He was constantly singing either on this song or this song. It’s hard to narrow him down to simple words, he was odd but always genuinely kind. Always seemed to be caring and looking out for everyone, except himself. A beautiful mess.
He spent the nights in my tent and the morning after the last night of the festival I woke up in a rush and had to catch my train. He told me to hold on for a minute before I left and he started flipping through his hundreds of CD’s and finally found the one he was looking for. It was a burned CD and it said THE UPPER CUTS in his handwriting. ”Listen to song number 2, it’s for you”, was the last thing he said before I gave him a hug and ran off to the train station. I listened to it the first thing I did when I got home after a few hours of suspense on the train:
A week later I left for Italy for two weeks, but my mind was still in Sweden, obsessed with the thought of meeting him again. We kept texting while I was abroad. He wrote things like ”I think you might be magic” and told me he had bought the same gum that I chewed just to remember the taste of my lips. He was going to another festival, Emmabodafestivalen, the same day that I was coming back to Sweden and asked me to come. Of course the tickets were sold out and I didn’t have any money for neither booze, food or train tickets – but I didn’t care, I had to go. After flying back from Italy to Sweden in the middle of the night the first thing I did was pack up my stuff and pack a new bag for the festival. I slept a couple of hours and then I headed to the train station first thing in the morning. I snuck on a train and hid from the ticket inspector for the whole two hour train ride. I got to the festival and didn’t have a ticket so I had to gate-crash there too. Anything to get a few more days with him.
After that the fall and winter came. I went to Stockholm a couple of times to visit him. We smoked cigarettes in his bed, watched weird black and white french films and went to underground parties where he would sneak me in because I was underage. Summer love has a tendency to fade though, and I was 17, went to high-school and lived in a small town in southern Sweden. He was 22 and a DJ in Stockholm. I met someone else, he met someone else – we separated as friends, understanding that the timing hadn’t been right.
(Bastuparken, July 2009.)
Nine months later I moved to Stockholm (with my new boyfriend) and we started hanging out again. I even became friends with his new girlfriend Angie, who I adore and still hang out with sometimes. I was never hurt, I always had this warm feeling, wanting him to be happy because he had made a big impact in my life. I wouldn’t have chosen the path I’m on if I’d never met him. I guess you never forget the first person to touch your heart – I’ve had a weak spot for guys with curly brown hair and green eyes ever since.
Leo passed away two and a half years ago. I still miss him, as a friend. He’ll always have a special spot in my heart. <3 kärlek
♥ ♥ ♥ Today my friends Clara and Calle got ENGAGED ♥ ♥ ♥
Therefor I am dedicating my blog to the subject of LOVE all week, because it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. 7 days of posts about love love love coming up! ALL THE CUTE PHOTOS ABOVE ARE TAKEN BY MEEE *copyright*, and here’s an old GIF of Clara and me:
Grattis Scales och Charles, ni är finast <3
Just saw that I’ve reached over 100,000 followers on my Facebook page. I’m really thankful and flattered for all the internet-love I receive every day. I really wish I had time to answer all the e-mails, messages and comments I get, it’s hard when I get several hundreds every week, but I do my best to answer you guys. Every time you send me drawings or sketches you’ve made of me, long emails, playlists, links to websites/videos/clothes that you think I would like – I get a warm and fuzzy feeling.
So I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH <3 Lots of love to all of you!
Since I’ve caught like the worst cold EVER and been lying in bed for three days with a fever, sore throat and headache all I’ve been doing is watch movies and tv series (which I rarely do when I’m alone otherwise). Yesterday night I decided to watch some Woody Allen movies that I haven’t seen yet, so I watched Vicky Cristina Barcelona and Manhattan. I liked Manhattan, it was very similar to his other film Annie Hall.
I really loved Vicky Cristina Barcelona though, the gifs above are from the movie. I’m not a huge fan of movies because I am way to restless to sit down for 1,5 hours and just concentrate and do nothing but watch, but every now and then I completely fall in love with films. This one is a new favorite. I was just as obsessed with Woody Allen’s Midnight In Paris when it came out, watched it like 5 times in a row and started listening to only 20′s jazz and swing for several months (still do quite a lot).
Anyway: if you like Woody Allen, or movies like The Dreamers, Before Sunrise, Before Sunset (some of my favorites) and haven’t seen this one you should definitely watch it!
BEST SWEATERS EVER!!!!!!! Totally getting the BLAIR + CHUCK and the CARRIE + MR. BIG when they have my size in stock.
(From Manners Apparel.)
Since it’s FRIDAY and beer o’clock (source) I thought I’d do a party themed Q&A. Here we goooooo:
A song that gets you into instant party mode?
PARTY GIRLS DON’T GET HURT, CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING, WHEN WILL I LEARN, I PUSH IT DOWN, PUSH IT DOWN, I’M THE ONE FOR A GOOD TIME CALL, PHONE’S BLOWIN UP, THEY’RE RINGING MY DOORBELL, I FEEL THE LOVE, FEEL THE LOVE – 1, 2, 3 , 1, 2, 3 DRINK 1, 2, 3 , 1, 2, 3 DRINK 1, 2, 3 , 1, 2, 3 DRINK, THROW EM BACK TIL I LOSE COUNT – I’M GONNA SWING FROM THE CHANDELIER, FROM THE CHANDELIER, I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE TOMORROW DOESN’T EXIST, LIKE IT DOESN’T EXIST (in other words: this one.)
Best party ever?
Lol… too hard to pick. Seriously, who could answer that question? If you can answer it you’ve partied too little.
When was the last time you had a slow dance?
Leo and I danced around all alone in his apartment to some slow tunes some days before he moved to England. So… 6,5 months ago.
Drink recipe that always works?
Whiskey Sour. It’s whiskey, lemon juice, sugar and egg-white + ice and a slice of lemon as garnish. Or something simple like Vodka Cranberry: vodka + ice + cranberry juice = DONE!
Worst after party memory?
Not gonna get into that. Next question…
Youtube video you have to watch at the pre-party?
LOL NONE. What kind of lame parties do you think I go to?
Have you ever poured a beer over someone?
Yep. It was on Halloween a few years ago. Some girl walked up to my boyfriend at the time and grabbed his crotch. I got so upset that I threw my drink in her face… then I ran away because she was probably twice my size and looked like the type of girl who would definitely punch you in the face and break your nose.
Worst clothing mistake at a party?
I always make the mistake of wearing white clothes while drinking red wine… Otherwise: feeling too underdressed.
Craziest festival memory?
Well, all my craziest festival memories are either illegal or dirty in the sexual way so I’m not going to reveal them on my blog. I’ve done a lot of messed up shit at festivals though, I have this talent of sneaking or lying myself into weird places, backstage parties, artist dressing rooms, etc.
Cheeseburgers from McDonalds.
Best conversation topic with the taxi driver on the way home?
9 out of 10 times I honestly don’t like making small talk to taxi drivers on my way home, because most often it’s young guys driving that start the conversation by asking me how old I am and complementing my appearance. But once I caught a ride with this cool old man that used to DJ at clubs in the 80s and we talked about music all the way home.
Favorite night club in town?
Guess that changes all the time. A year ago I would have said Berns 2.35:1. Half a year ago I would have said Kåken. A couple of months ago I would have said Trädgården/Under Bron. Right now I prefer hanging out at Spy Bar the most! I also like Grand Escalier, Boqueria Torg, Ljunggren, Vassa Eggen, Riche (and still Kåken, Trädgården/Under Bron, Berns). Lol whatever, I don’t really have a favorite.
Best people to party with?
All my friends are party experts.
A dance move that always works?
SEXY DANCE MOVES!
When is it time to go home?
When you’re doing too sexy dance moves and think you can twerk, but you can’t. Or when you fall asleep and wake up in a drunk cell. Or when you start crying and call your ex. Or when someone calls the police on you for trying to break open a door (oops)…
I know you’ve been asking for this a while, so here ya go! This is how I do my make up every day. Takes about 5 minutes. I use liquid foundation, blothing powder, eyeshadow and blush from Make Up Store. Eyebrow pencil from H&M. Mascara from Maybelline.
I know it’s only September, but apparently I live on the North Pole (a.k.a. Sweden) and it’s already cold as hell outside so I’ve started looking for a winter coat. I’ve decided to go for a coat of the style above, since it matches with most other clothes. These four + a coat at Weekday (that I couldn’t find a picture of on their site) are the ones I like so far. I tried the one from Carin Wester on today and it was nice but a bit too big in the arms I think. I like the one from COS too, because I have a thing for A-line jackets. My favorite is the one from ACNE. Haven’t tried it on though, so I guess I’ll have to head over to the store this week. Any of my readers that know of jackets of this style that are nice too? In black or a dark navy. Please link them to me in that case, I’m out of inspiration. (Wow this was my most fashion-blogger-esque post in a long while lol).