Danced the night away at the Diesel Island party yesterday, enjoying my time as a new citizen of their latest commercial gag. I am a big fan of Diesel’s campaigns (you might have noticed that at some point) and their latest installation is a favorite as well. Now it’s time for a gallery opening, a LEE party, Flashdance event and Anine Stang releaseparty. All in tonight.
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I get a lot of questions about what it is I study, and it can be hard to keep track when you only get a small peek into the mess that will result in a bachelors degree in English Literature in June. So I thought I could answer the most frequently asked questions:
To clear up the mess: I am currently finishing my bachelor’s degree in English Literature. Two years ago I started on a bachelor in Political Science (in addition to Literature), started on a double-major as they call it in English-speaking countries, but I decided to quit after 3 semesters because it wasn’t what I expected it to be like (too dry for the immature and at times 14 year old me). In addition to this I have taken one psychology class as an additional course on my degree (you have to choose 4 extra courses that are somewhat related to your degree in what they call “40-group”), and I am now taking 3 art history subjects to fill up the requirements for my degree.
My film/music/fashion-related musings come from pure obsession during those few hours I get of free time.
My literature courses are in English, but the rest (political science, art history, etc) are in Norwegian.
I want to be a journalist, so I am hoping to take a bachelor’s degree in journalism in New York, Boston, San Francisco or Los Angeles. I have applied to some of the best schools in the US, so I am crossing my fingers and toes for a nice and heavy acceptance letter by the end of April. Pretty please?
NOW, school. And it’s snowing outside. Bummer.
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Brought out this brown leather jacket from the back of my closet, I rarely use it which is really strange considering that the fabric and fit is quite perfect. Speaking of, let’s skip to a totally unrelated subject; today I am working on an essay on Edgar Allan Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher and envying just about everyone who can spend time outside in the sun. Unfortunately working on your computer + sun = not a match made in heaven. Then again, I get into the sulky, grim and lonely mode of the story, so this might just be ideal for the essay. Even though the result includes a sulky “ready for a MCR-concert“-version of me.
Less than a week till my birthday now, and for once in my life I am not really sure what to put on my wish list. A personal chef? Or a maid that can clean my apartment once a week? Any suggestions?
- “She’s a little bit retarded, I’ve noticed that.”
- “Fucking retarded. And I… AH.. She’s just annoying. Taking liberties like sleeping on our couch, or in your case your bed. Eating our food, going out with her fucking friends, drinking coffee ‘HI, I’m an actress, I’ve come from England and I wanna be an actress in LA’.”
Went to see the new Norwegian movie Exteriors yesterday with Julie and Chioma. I tend to avoid anything Norwegian (shame on me I know) but after watching an interview with the actors and directors on Filmbonanza (NRK) I had to see it. Main plot goes something like this: Pearl and Skye are two foreign actresses trying to make it in LA. Their everyday lives involve countless hours driving from audition to audition, reading scripts and sleeping on couches while they dream about making it big in the city of angels.
Not a new plot, we’ve seen it before, but this movie manage to capture the struggle quite beautifully while still being raw and at times really painful to watch. I did laugh, but that might be because I’m a bad person. The movie gives of a feel of complete realism, you believe that these people could be real and that the camera is just documenting their everyday lives.
Norwegian actress Gitte Witt and the British Ruta Gedmintas star as Pearl and Skye, and are joined by Joshua Bowman, Mark Wystrack and True Blood-star Allan Hyde, and they all add something raw and real to the film which makes this one of the absolute best movies I’ve seen in quite a while. You can watch the trailer here.
Are you going to see it?
And on a related topic, do you watch a lot of Norwegian movies?
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I have become a hipster obviously. It is official and so on. And I’ve come to realize I don’t mind as long as they photoshop me properly. According to the latest issue of NATT&DAG I am also a “trend slave” due to my quasi-poetic typewriter-styled tattoo and my constant talk about how Oslo has become “too small for me”. Trying to change the last part though, both by applying to schools in the US, but also by exploring the city I have told myself that I have grown tired of. And I think it might be working. Possibly. So I am going to be as much of a hipster as I can possibly be by attending gallery openings, concerts, movie screenings and whatnot in order to take in whatever Oslo has to offer.
So.. do you have any tips to on what to do and where to go in this glorious town?
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Are you afraid of getting old? I am.
You Americans are dumb. You admire Lafayette and Maurice Chevalier. They’re the dumbest of all Frenchmen.
Do you know William Faulkner?
No. Who’s he? Have you slept with him?
When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.
It’s sad to fall asleep. It separates people. Even when you’re sleeping together, you’re all alone.
All right, I’ll count to 8, and if you haven’t smiled, I’ll strangle you.
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Celebrated an article delivered on time by drinking beer outdoors for the first time this season at Aker Brygge with a friend today. Partied hard last night, so I was glad that the sun was shining giving me a chance to hide behind large and dark sunglasses. Self-induced coma sleep now. Football later (Denmark – Norway). And then some beer. For my birthday next week I wish for a brain, said the scarecrow.
TRENCH burberry SHIRT gift from 5preview BAG vintage from koma JEWELRY fashionology.nl
Deadbeat-tired after a long day of school, work AND play, feel like sleeping but you only live once right?
So I’m off to celebrate a friend’s birthday and Oslo life. :D
SIGNE: I would want to hear about your take on body issues and the pressure to be perfect. Especially because of the fact that you study fashion(?).
Well, I don’t study anything fashion-related, fashion is just a passion I have and take part in through my job as a writer for OsloNights.no as well as my blog. But I am involved in that world and I do notice the hysteria around body ideals.
Personally I have never been the skinniest girl on the block, I am a little curvy and I have always had quite large breasts (the way I see it in any case). I have been dancing ballet most of my life, and when you spend up to 8 hours in front of the mirror every day in a tight leotard your body image gets quite fucked up to be frank. I’ve never suffered from any eating disorders, but that is more because of the fact that I lack the willpower than for lack of desire to be thinner.
As I have grown older I have grown more confident and at home in my own body (and mind) and try to keep healthy rather than obsess about losing weight. I wish that I was thinner (most girls do) but most of the time I am content with not being so and I don’t feel pressured to do anything about it by the people I surround myself with in the fashion world.
But when it comes to the whole debate about skinny models I think that the debate that is going on is based on some generals elements that I strongly disagree with. First and foremost I dislike the fact that the whole debate is based upon the principle that everyone can be a model if they are just skinny and tall enough, and that is wrong. Some people are born abnormally tall and thin, most of us aren’t, and luckily for those few people we have a market that targets those types of human bodies.
No one reacts if you tell a short guy that he can’t play basketball because everyone knows that in basketball you are supposed to be tall, but somehow (catwalk)modeling is something everyone should be able to do according to the general public.
Models are human clothes hangers, they are there to sell a garment and that garment will in 90% of the cases look better on them than if you let a short, chubby person wear it. It might sound cynical but that is the way of the world.
Then again I am not in any way supporting letting models that look like skeletons walk on the catwalk, but most models do not look like that.
When it comes to the body issues this causes for young people I think that we – the society in general – need to take more of the blame upon our own shoulders and face the facts. Anorexia and bulimia is more often than not based on personal issues related to interpersonal relationships, the skinny models and celebrities are just the inspiration (or thinspiration) one uses to reach a goal based on something far deeper. The goal and strive to be perfect in every aspect of life is something we need to work on, to make people more secure in their own skin and content with their own abilities and qualities.
Most girls (and guys to some extent) want to be thin because they feel that whatever else they have to offer might not be good enough. They think that if they are thin and beautiful people will look passed the fact that they are boring, pathetic, unintelligent, etcetera. Most people lack the ability to see that they have good qualities in them and strive to be perfect on the outside in order to “disguise” their inner imperfections. And just to be clear, I am not saying that people are boring, pathetic, etc. But people that suffer with low self-esteem issues often think that they are.
Personally I think that it is unfair to the fashion industry that it has been labeled the big bad wolf, and that it is just a way of pushing the responsibility over on someone else.
In our society I think we should work on getting better at telling people how much they are worth and congratulate people for their accomplishments no matter how small they are. Tell your friends how much their presence in your life mean to you, tell the girl on the bus that you love her hair or dress instead of just thinking it and the external problems will solve themselves quite easily.
Got a little of topic at the end there, but this is my general opinion about the issue. What do you think?
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So I was thinking, I get a lot of emails and comments asking me to write about this and that, and being my usual forgetful self I tend to forget these wishes. So what if you all write it down in the comment field here, and I will make some posts that might resemble something like a reader’s request column. Whether it is recommendations of music or books, to what it is I am studying (it can be hard to keep track at times).
So: ready – set – go !
I love the sun, yellow nail polish, scones, the sound of spring, birds, reading a book outside on a bench, taking photographs, eating ice cream, One Night Only, the sunset over Oslo, interviewing fascinating people, dancing around alone in my apartment, spying on the people who live on the other side of the street, sing loudly, laugh.
What do you love?
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Picked up some new goodies at the post office courtesy of 5preview yesterday, among others this shirt/dress-thing which has the most comfy fabric ever. So soft. Wearing it with black jeans, black heels, chunky gold necklace and blue bag as I am running along to support Nathalie at the premiere party for Oslo Girls vol. 2, which will air tonight at TV2 Bliss.
Are you going to watch the show this season?
The wonderful Miss Taylor has passed away.
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf and Cleopatra are among my favorite movies, and there was no one quite like Elizabeth Taylor. Let’s all put on some heavy eyeliner and formfitting clothes and show of our womanly curves tonight in honor of this woman. May she rest in peace.
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Good morning sunshine.
Today’s ray of lights calls for a couple of hours in the sun, but first I am going to tickle my taste buds with some tea with ma cherie Marie. Enjoy your day, cupcakes, lollipops and other types of sweet and delicious food.
EDIT: My memory card is locked whatever that means, so until I am able to fix it… photo booth is my best friend?
Good morning sunshine, etcetera. Decided to go out last night, which always seems like a good idea on Mondays (you know, the stereotypical good start of the week gone wrong). And I had loads of fun (which I always do), but going to bed at 4am high on life made it hard for me to function properly today. I am already on my third cup of coffee and I really want to sleep through my lectures but that aint really an option. So I’m blogging instead. It’s a good thing you get over this sort of behavior when you get older (or so I’ve been told) because I am getting very good at this party on the weekdays, slumber in the week-ends type of thing. Well-well, life goes on. I’ll have to return to the fascinating world of art and photography, Cindy Sherman anyone?
