luv luv luv
i-D 2000 corine day panos yiapanis makes me want to take the tramp to the dark forest outside oslo, dye my brows darker and show my tits through transparent shirts.
maybe i should start wearin nailpolish
after i removed my lampshade a couple of months ago, its so funny how i see my bedroom in a whole new perspective. the first thing i look at when i wake up in the morning is a 2x2picture my dad has taken. giraffes in copenhagen.
future home
photo one google maps photo two unknown girl with long hair picture three google maps photo four naked girls with long hair photo five google maps.
nå er jeg hjemme
har akkurat dusja og kledt på meg det samme som jeg hadde på meg i går men tror jeg skal skifte selv om jeg har konstant kleskrise skal jeg klare å kle meg fint selv om jeg selv ikke liker det. tror jeg flytter til london. edit: går rundt i badedrakt med dyp rygg og høy skjering. edit: tror jeg vil gå ut i blondebluse, morgenkåpe og creepers
crazy cats mugs and eggs
my breakfast the last days: toasted/burned bread with hummus and pepper or st. dalfours raspberry jam + what feels like the only natural yoghurt in the uk which is close to the norwegian one (neither mega fat free nor cream fraiche) + juice + my dads coffee + a couple tescos huge cherry-tomatoes + a cup of english tea(without all the sugar and milk uggh) + a sclice of avocado + a small piece of nut-chocolate.
when traveling, i always feel for changing my lifestyle, or, more become more aware of my routines, how i execute different things, do them in a more well thought through. wish i could go to bed early a couple of days a week, to wake up early, take a bath and eat breakfast in the backyard.
jesus is in the garden
picture one: right now, all i have is a light bulb hanging from my ceiling, but i am fine with that. like that clean and white minimalism when my room is so over-filled with clothing and books and things, things i dont have the heart to throw away or give away. i love houses which is filled over the top tith things, old ladies living alone with cats and plants and men who have sitten inside or in their gardens, reading all their life. know all books, authours, lines, chapters, happenings, references. men with two life, or where fictitious lifes or other peoples lifes is making their own life. hemmingway and sophie call and tricia jones and isabel allende is you. somehow. my room is just messy. picture two: what i will wear this summer part one. picture three: my latest and biggest girlcrush/inspiration, alice goddard. makes me want to start to use nailpolish which looks like watermelons and wear black one day, leopard the other day and babypink skirts with boots and transparent tops. and colour my hair ofc.
london tomorrow
if i had the money, i would have bought two issues of each magazine i buy, one to cut in, one to read in.
photo number one is polly taking a shower. photo nuber two is a blackberry photo of a plane against a sky which reminds me of oslo still i think its american sky. photo three is the destiny of a cheerleader
each magazine should be bedtime reading for three days. read every single article look at every single picture. always wanted to do, thing i never have done it properly.
do any of you have some london-tips for me?
venter bare på sommer
so tired but want to watch julien donkey boy before i fell asleep. if i watch it in sleep, i'll probably dream a lot. i never dream any more, maybe i think too little.
drømmehår
lese horoskopet mitt før jeg går på skolen og få razika-hangup etter alle andre (lol og lol) i dag skal jeg skrive en skjønnlitterær tekst om camera obscura. image: fairies in tents at jean paul gaultier in 2006
i want to feel so feminine still use those masculine perfumes i always use
masculine unisex flowery socks in nike sneakers
sipping white russian in a white turtle neck
its something about the spring which has appeard in oslo the last week. so suddenly. i like that, when i feel the difference between two situations, when the gap is big, but it still switch from one to the other in a moment. i guess this makes me more aware of everything around me, because right now i want to change my life. not because im particulary unsatisfied with the one i have, i just want to do new things, like give myself a new start, just for fun. right now, i've moved out of my bed, im sleeping on my bedroom floor. i'll avoid curtains, want to go to bed early and wake up with the sun(or, thats a dilemma: i also want to spend all my time outside, not prioritize sleep, but still...) and as my dearest karin said "you dream more without curtains." i hope thats true, i remember my dreams so rarely. things feel so good now. i have two exams the two next days, and to read litterature can be my only practice(almost) so i'll read short stories by frode grytten and anaïs nin and ernest hemmingway and flip through my favorite book asher lev and my easter vaction starts on friday, so before i'm off to london on the sunday(wuh!) i want to have some kind of dinner with my friends where we make white fish and lentils in yoghurt and vanilla ice cream and white russian for dessert. white, like now. wrapped in white sheets and a white polo on my bed/floor with music and so much whipped milk and bubble gum i think i can puke anytime but im too happy for that. white is so clean, still so feminine. want to become more feminine. wear dresses and sneakers and hoodies and the thin braids my hair is full of these days. listen to david crosby and theophilus london and the weeknd. i dont think i want a boyfriend. i just want a boy. song number one song number two song number three
smykke
har kjøpt batikkbukser gul pologenser hatt på meg mollys sko og har fortsatt på capsen hennes drukket sjokomelk hatt dårlig mage sett på clueless tenkt til å lese lage smykke til karin vil ut i sola har vondt i magen dilemma dilemma (ok ring meg om du er på løkka a sitter bare inne og uffer meg og hører på skal vi se weeknd og theophilus london)
painting nude
litt ferdig for i dag. vil snekre en seng med skuffer og ta på nytt dynetrekk og putevar og sette meg i senga og lese en dag og tenke en dag. skrive selvportrettet.
wish i had pretty feet
in one way, i get so optimistic and happy when its sun and more springy and light. i find myself sitting on my light-wood bedroom floor, six o clock, barefoot in jeans and a red sweater. its still light, that light summer light even though it isnt summer at all, but im barefoot and thats good enough for me. listening to cat power. i havent listened to her scince the night i couldnt fall asleep in copenhagen last summer. was lying in novas bed, the white sheets, listened to willie deadwilder, that 20 mins long song with the video in the woods. maybe i should do that, stand in the woods, play guitar, the two songs i can recall, or just play nothing but still make sounds. film myself. you know im working on this self portrait.
ph 1 i think thats enisas foot and 2 kärleksdöden ph 3 jewelry
jeg vet ikke
ph a screencap from a scanned casette cover but i dont remember which casette, i only liked the photo because of the texture and the girl and her look and the outlet in the wall which looks like is over her shoulder, but i actually think its far down, closer to the floor.
WHAT IS COLOUR ?An intensity, a temperature, a clash, a harmony.AND HOW DO YOU USE IT ? When it asks. WHAT IS BLACK ? An absence, a presence, a mood, a mantle. WHAT IS RED ? A blush, a flush, a fever, a command. WHAT IS SKIN ? A protection. WHAT IS FABRIC ? A medium. WHAT IS TEXTURE ? A result of time. WHAT IS CONSTRUCTION ? A means to an end. WHAT IS FUNCTION ? A reply to a need. WHAT IS ART ? A need to reply. WHAT IS CRAFTSMANSHIP ? A fruit of time. WHAT IS CLOTHING ? The final layer. WHAT IS FASHION ? A series of propositions. WHAT IS RECYCLING ? Another chance. HOW DOES RECYCLING FIT INTO YOUR WORK ?By nature. HOW DOES A CONCEPT DEVELOP AT MAISON MARTIN MARGIELA ? Time, another question, another reply. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DEVELOP ? BESIDES CLOTHING ? An understanding. WHAT WORDS DO YOU LIVE BY ? We.
body
i wish my room looked like this. instead i have a bed filled with clothes and a suitcase at the floor. leaving for amsterdam. (cross my fingers for an old hotel room with a tacky bathroom. want to take pictures in the mirror and buy a bag of grapes and new shoes. i dont have shoes) lyst på kjæreste. ph nan
emma
i have this long-sleeve, black, elastic. very basic, nothing expensive or particulary nice. two for the price of one-idea. i remember buying both because the fabic was so comfortable, but now i only use them at the gym. or, im not sure if i still have both of them, or just one. its hard to know, because theyre identical, but i dont use them that often- i should know if i have one or two. especially because i just cleaned up my closet. i think i will but in both of them. at the first, i'll remove the shoulders, so its more like a sweater that starts with a horizontal line(almost) just over my breasts. i dont know how it will be kept from falling down all the time, but its quite tights so i guess it will be ok. and with the second one, ill remove the back, at least down to the bra. like the last picture. then i dont have any gym-sweater. nevermind.
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