London and Mulberry, here I come.
24 hours in London will be interesting and possibly exhaustingly fantastic. Good thing I’ve been there more than a couple of times before. ‘Cause the city is huge. I think a visit to the TATE is mandatory anyhow. You can find pictures from last trip to L-O-N-D-O-N here.
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LOL. Photos by Johnny from Stratos on Wednesday.
The last few days I’ve seen a couple of really good shows (Camilla Bruerberg is currently one of my favorites), consumed bubly beverages, danced some and laughed a lot. Today I was supposed to go to the Italian Embassy to watch “Women in Breza”, but after 45 minutes of walking around on Frogner trying to find the embassy I finally gave up (did not help that the battery on my phone was flat as well). So now I am back home again, trying to eat breakfast, clean the apartment and pack for tomorrow. Help would be appreciated, washing and cleaning stuff really isn’t my forte…
Anyways, what I really wanted to say (in addition to posting these pictures, which are super-LOL) is that you need to listen to Adam Tensta’s new song I’m A Punk. It’s addictive.
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Nina Jarebrink’s aw 2011 collection was like Eva put it: “distinctly Nina and very very good”. Delicate fabrics and colors, with the trademark patterns and silhouettes that we all love about Nina. Personally I feel that this was a collection for those with darker complexions, the colors looked absolutely stunning on the dark models, and once again I wished I was in that category. The brown boots with a wedge heel and most of the skirts are on the list of my favorites, and would look great with tanned skin come August/September.
You can find a few more pictures over at ON.no as well as pictures of the attendants.
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Oslo Fashion Week starts today, which means work, photos, champagne and a whole lot of beautiful but negative people. What’s up with the Norwegian people these days? The Linnea Myhre-wave is certainly rolling across the country and people are taking it to extreme lengths. Suddenly you are naive, stupid or a complete outsider if you enjoy yourself, because every event, every concert, every movie, etc is just pure crap and if you for some reason enjoyed it there must be something wrong with you. Not that I don’t enjoy people with a sarcastic “I hate the world”-point of view, but this is starting to get ridiculous.
Personally I try to see the best things in everything I do and take part in, because (and yeah, I know this sounds like the most horrible cliché) I try to live by the rule that you only have as much fun as you make yourself. And while I know it is an idealist’s foolish dream, I wish more people could take that to heart, because all the hate is just … irritating and exhausting.
This week I am going to see some – but not all – the shows. Today I am looking forward to the wonderful and fantastic circus which is Fam Irvoll. Tomorrow is all about Camilla Bruerberg, Mardou&Dean, Maggie Wonka and Kristian Aadnevik for Riccovero. And school of course. Loads of school.
Will I be seeing any of you at Oslo Fashion Week?
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A lot of you have been asking me what’s up with ma cherie Marie Amanda these days.
Well, she has started up a new blog. Clean slates and all.
You’ll find her at: http://marieamanda.blogspot.com/.
Was supposed to put together a street style post for OsloNights while in New York, but as a result of the vile and cold weather we had – all the cool people kept inside in front of the oven or whatever they use to keep warm – so I did not get enough pictures (and the quality of the photos turned out to be quite poor as well). I did actually catch a couple of chilled-out “there’s never bad weather only bad clothes”-type of people, and since I wont be sharing them over at ON.no, I’ll showcase them here. (BTW, I am not entirely sure how the two girls kept warm, but maybe they’re very warm-blooded, or vampires).
What do you think? And which one do you like the most?
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My invitation for Mulberry’s show in London just arrived (at Linda Marie’s), and I can feel the butterflies gathering in my stomach already. The invitations are just so darn pretty.
Celebrated Rut and Cath’s birthdays yesterday at Turkish Delight with cake, balloons and turkish delights. Walking home I fell flat on my face thrice, hurting just about every bone in my body and was forced to realize that this was not my day/night. On top of that I spent the remainder of the night coughing so much I now have the taste of blood in my mouth. Yeah. Luckily I know that masses of bad karma is ALWAYS followed by days filled with tons of good karma, so I am looking forward to next week, which incidentally hosts this years Oslo Fashion Week, by:Larm and London Fashion Week.
Right now I will transport what remains of me over to ma cherie Marie who is finally back from Nicaragua. <3
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Went to see Aussie designer Kevin Azzopardi’s new collection at Galleri Tipi on Monday. The snow was falling outside, but inside we were presented a nice and intimate viewing of the collection called “WE ARRIVE IN PIECES”, where the two models changed clothes on the catwalk. A very delicate and nice collection, and definitely something I would like to dress my male friends in if I get half a chance.
(Not on drugs, just very tired)
Gustav – “the celebrity”.
Wearing coat from Zara, top from Local Firm and those earrings from Fashionology.nl which I am obsessing over at the moment.
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Two of my cupcakes *proud*
I was invited to decorate and eat cakes and cupcakes by the sweet Manuela from the blog Passion4Baking and Dr. Oekter at Bølgen&Moi Nydalen. Armed with frosting, cake decorations and and pre-made cakes&cupcakes we learned how to make roses and swirls. I am not really that much of cook, I like to eat food but I prefer to leave the making and baking to other people. Decorations are of course another matter entirely, but I still pretty much suck at it. But with Manuela’s help I managed to make a chocolate frosting rose and some other nifty little decorations that would surprise anyone who’ve seen me in the kitchen. Got a goodie bag filled with cake decorations and forms, and I am looking forward to trying out some of this at home. yeah.
Got to take the cake and cupcakes home, which meant a rocky road by bus from Nydalen to St Hanshaugen with Nora, while trying to protect the cakes from the constant lurks of the bus. And they actually survived. Now I am contemplating whether or not I want to eat them now, they are nearly too pretty to eat.
My cake, not entirely finished, but nearly there. Very pink and full of pearls.
Manuela in action (making her famous rose cake-decoration).
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I rarely get really drunk, I am usually the person that needs to watch over everyone else (whenever I feel like doing that in any case) and I do not really care that much for drunk people. But yesterday I was the result of pain killers + alcohol, and I while I should have learnt this years ago, that did not turn out to be the best idea I ever had. Lesson learned.
But yesterday was fun regardless of my poor judgement. Loads of friends and friends of friends, free drinks, beautiful people and performances by the glamorous Miss Harmonica and the ever-so-cool Adam Tensta. Danced the night away at Fisk&Vilt with Maja, Marita, Kjetil, Henrik and the rest of Oslo, imitating cat women and whatnot.
Today I am going to bake cakes with some other bloggers, hopefully I won’t set fire to anything….
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SHIRT + CLUTCH american apparel SWEATER + PANTS bikbok BOOTS zara EARRINGS fashionology.nl
Fashion emergency coming on strong, I have no clue what to wear tonight and my closet is full of things that are not working AT ALL. I want Anna Dello Russo’s wardrobe, I want to be flashy, over-the-top fantastic, and my style is unfortunately far from all of that. Visited some PR agencies yesterday, but did not feel inspired by anything (might have been because of the fever I’ve been entertaining for a couple of days now). UGH. Hopefully a day at the uni thinking about anything but clothes will help me get my head in the game when I get home, or perhaps the perfect outfit will magically appear hand-sewn by mice and birds. A girl can hope, right?
” From the opening line: “It began as a mistake,” Bukowski, as alter-ego Henry Chinaski, writes straight from the hip in unambiguous, accessible prose. A congenital loser trapped in a dead-end profession from which he can derive no personal satisfaction, yet possessed of enough self-awareness to recognize the absurdity of his situation, Chinaski is an Everyman of the underclass. By turns insincerely servile and unrepentantly sarcastic, he constantly chafes under the seemingly unnecessary regulations imposed on him at the post office and delights in the all-too-rare occasions where he is able to get the better of a superior by delivering the last word. His slyly humorous on-the-job exploits with desperate housewives, fierce dogs, sore muscles, and endless sheets of rain are interspersed with moments of the very real frustrations of an adjunct at the mercy of circumstances against which he seldom has recourse…“ - Nicole Gluckstern for The Quarterly Conversation.
Today’s book recommendation, worded by a woman with a better grasp on her vocabulary than I could ever wish for. Charles Bukowski’s first novel Post Office is dirty realism at it’s best.
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COAT zara HIGH-WAIST PANTS jenny for bikbok T-SHIRT the local firm EARRINGS fashionology.nl
Braved the snow and went to see Kevin Azzopardi’s Fall 2011 collection presentation at Galleri Tipi yesterday and enjoyed a intimate and lovely show which I will tell you more about later. Right now I just wanted to say good morning and wish you all a wonderful day. Me, myself and I are taking a stroll downtown to eat breakfast at H&Ms offices and look at their new Conscious Collection before learning more about art history at the university.
