H&M blazer, Stone Island T-shirt, Cheap Monday Jeans, Hasbeens clogs.
Vitabergsparken yesterday night felt like a movie set. It doesn't seem real. Maybe because we're still not used to the warm weather, like someone it's joking with us, like the snow will be back in any second. The park is full of people and everybody looks just perfect. Too good. It's a homogen country, and especially Stockholm and especially Södermalm and then of course, especially the ones that chose to get the last sunlight on that hill in that park. Indie-vintage-princesses still in highschool hanging out with their gay-friends, graphic designers (or similar) with MacBook shaped red eys and beards, tattooed suicide-girls/boys with black or purple hair and leoparddresses and Converse and cherryprints, drunk whitetrash (how white-trash can it be here?) girls and boys with 49,50 skr H&M tanktops in bright colors, 30-40-something couples with longhaired blonde babies running around wthout shoes in striped T-shirts, punks with stereos with noisy music "dirty hair" DISCHARGE & similar bandlogos on their studded leatherjackets. The same as it ever was.
"Animals are legally raped in Sweden" - i didn't know. I have to do some research about it. If it's true it horrifying.
Camis favourite pasta: AglioOlioPeperoncinoGamberettiSpaghetti. I'll come to Berlin soon and bring the recipe.
My favourite hipster.
Handmade kind of medieval shoes.
Sunset.
Hypotetical wedding outfit for the wedding I'll go to in Rome in june. I thought it looked retro and nice but my other half just laughed. Why can't I dress in colorful flowerprints?
Swedish politician and a Facebookfriend of my mom.