Tuesday, 28 December 2010


There is nothing more sexy than men who loves their girlfriend and shows the whole world they do. Men who are proud of their girlfriend and want's to present her to all his male friends, female friends, ex'es and to his family.
That puts "in a relationship with" and his girlfriends's name on facebook and other social medias.
That goes out to party's with his girlfriend, do everything with her, cause she is his soulmate, I smile happily when I see friends on facebook for example doing this little love declarations for their girlfriends and I think, "he is so sweet and such a nice guy".( Ofcourse that's not always the case, but atleast it makes a good impression)
For me thats a real man.
The kind of man I want to be with.


Now I'm gonna write about the french punishement system. Yes, It might sound wierd for you who are not french, but believe me , it exists. Even among grow ups, even if it's hard to believe for someone born and raised in pedagogic and loving surroundings.
French believes you have to be punished for everything. If you do something (in work situations for example) they think is "wrong", don't agree with and even if you do a mistake not on purpose, cause you are not right informed for example- you have to be punished for it.
This is so sick. We are grown ups and we should treat other grown ups equal, with patience and respect. If something goes wrong or if you accidently do something you didn't mean to, due to misunderstandings and other complications, etc, normaly you just laugh about it, talk about it and start all over again -with a better explanation. Here people are getting really angry and punish you as if you were 4 years old and stupid. (Not that 4 years old should be punished, I don't beleive in this stupid humiliating, old fashioned way of dealing with people any age, but it's just an example)

You can compare this system with those in strict fascist boarding schools in the 50's and earlier days, when people were narrowminded and looked down on others like revenge hungry perverts ready to slash your fingers in pieces with a steel ruler for the slightest mistake whether it was your fault or not -it lead to a punishment or an expulsion from the school.
(I bet those who are performing this were all punished all the time as children even for things they had no power of.)

This is not how you should treat people in a modern society and I'm shocked every time it happens.
Each time it happens to me I'm disgusted and I start to think the people I work with (if it is in a work situation) are assholes and the only thing it leads to is that I start to hate them and consider them as complete lunatics, primitive evil and narrowminded people I don't want to have anything to do with anymore.
For example when I was sick from a work I had one time during christmas and had a couple of important job interviews I had to go through during the following weeks, my "boss" told me ; "How can you call yourself in sick now! We need you and you are putting us in deep shit by not showing up at work, the next time you ask me to take some time off/ vacation or anything like that I'm gonna say no, you can forget about that!"
I was like, omg, this is so wrong. I told him; "How can you punish me for something I have no power of and did not choose? I'm not choosing to be sick, it happens and it happens to everyone." He wouldn't listen of course. I was punished.
I have a list of other examples very much like this one that happened to me here in France and I think that if you accept this to happen it creates fear and help built the sick hierarchy systems in workplaces even stronger.
My advice is  don't shout your mouth, stand up for your rights and have the currage to take an argument if something very unfair like this is happening to you.
If it doesn't help and you are still treated like shit, stop work with those people and forget you ever knew them, and don't forget- Karma. What comes around goes around...


Love L

Monday, 27 December 2010


Sorry, No new Blogposts recenly, haven't felt like it...But will write some more soon....



Monday, 13 December 2010


Can't fucki'n believe it, some people are actually thinking and do'in: " If it doesn't work out with one, well then I try with anotherone" The first one , or the second one, or the third one, doesn't matter- just gotta have one"

Saturday, 11 December 2010



Sucks to be sick.
Having fever'ish strange dreams.
Last night I dreamt of fur. It was fur everywhere surrounding me. Rabbit fur, fox fur, mink fur and ermine fur, in all different colors and shapes possible...

Then I dreamt  that it was summer and a strange germain girl with short blond hair, white teeths and no tits was in love with my boyfriend, trying to get him. They kissed eachother outside a supermarket when I was there. Then me and this girl was climbing up a ladder to a very high building sitting there on the flat rooftop in the sun smoking cigarettes, talking about life. Then suddenly I climed down and joined my boyfriend who was in his bed watching TV in his countryhouse. I kissed him and told him I met this germain girl with no tits.
After that the rest is blurry...

One very thoughtful difference between Sweden and France I often think about is what happens when your sick:

FRENCH Procedure when you are sick:

-You absolutely HAVE to visit the doctor. Oh that allmighty doctor that can do magic and writing out 200 unnecessary different pills and remedy's you actually dont need, just in order to make money.
 COST MED VISIT: 40 Euros.

Then you go to the pharmacy and buy all that shit + some extra shit they force upon you.
 COST: 35 Euros.


SWEDISH Procedure when you are sick:

In Sweden when your sick you don't go to the doctor if you're not like dying, pregnant or loosing a lot of blood, etc..-cause it's not necessary. You just go to the pharmacy, buy a pack of aspirin, and other small stuff you might need , then you go to bed, with liters of water, ice cream and magazines, and you are getting well in exactly the same time as if you had done it the french way. With one big difference.
You are saving shitloads of money and time.


*( Ye, ye  and then some might say: "But in France you got almost the whole sum payed back by the social secu". I know that, but in Sweden that's already included in advance so u would pay the sum after being payed back by the social secu in France, for the doctor in Swe- without going thru all that hassle, sending in papers and shit.  But it's totally unnecessary anyway and that's my point.)

Thursday, 9 December 2010



On monday evening I went to Pont Ephèmere with my friend Karin to watch the Swedish bands The Concretes and Pacific (feat Sara Assbring from El Perro Del Mar.)

I love El Perro del Mar, she is fantastic. Her voice, everything. A song I listened to the whole summer and which is so great is "Change of heart". Highly recommend it.

The concerts were great. My kind friend Per, who is playing keybord with The Concretes is always calling me before they are coming to Paris to play and he always put me on the list.
He also gave me their new album "WYWH" which is gonna be released in february. Thank u. <3
The other band Pacific did a really cool and gothic almost instrumental concert with Sara Assbring on song. They were all dressed in black reaper hoodies and Sara and the whole feeling made me think  about a wierd mix between the suffering sad princess from the movie "The never ending story" and some strange David Lynch film....

 I'm listening to the Concretes new album, and the song "My ways" where she sings: "Honey if you take me back, I'll change...."

Isn't that so typical?

Tuesday, 7 December 2010


It is very scary to state that I actually know someone who exactly fits in to this description:

Characteristics of a Psychopath
  • superficial charm
  • self-centered & self-important
  • need for stimulation & prone to boredom
  • deceptive behavior & lying
  • conning & manipulative
  • little remorse or guilt
  • shallow emotional response
  • callous with a lack of empathy
  • living off others or predatory attitude
  • poor self-control
  • promiscuous sexual behavior
  • early behavioral problems
  • impulsive lifestyle
  • irresponsible behavior
  • blaming others for their actions
  • short term relationships
  • breaking parole or probation

    And the description, omg:
    A psychopath is usually a subtle manipulator. They do this by playing to the emotions of others. They typically have high verbal intelligence, but they lack what is commonly referred to as "emotional intelligence". There is always a shallow quality to the emotional aspect of their stories. In particular they have difficulty describing how they felt, why they felt that way, or how others may feel and why. In many cases you almost have to explain it to them. Close friends and parents will often end up explaining to the psychopath how they feel and how others feel who have been hurt by him or her. They can do this over and over with no significant change in the person's choices and behavior. They don't understand or appreciate the impact that their behavior has on others. They do appreciate what it means when they are caught breaking rules or the law even though they seem to end up in trouble again. They desperately avoid incarceration and loss of freedom but continue to act as if they can get away with breaking the rules. They don't learn from these consequences. They seem to react with feelings and regret when they are caught. But their regret is not so much for other people as it is for the consequences that their behavior has had on them, their freedom, their resources and their so called "friends."  They can be very sad for their self. A psychopath is always in it for their self even when it seems like they are caring for and helping others. The definition of their "friends" are people who support the psychopath and protect them from the consequence of their own antisocial behavior. Shallow friendships, low emotional intelligence, using people, antisocial attitudes and  failure to learn from the repeated consequences of their choices and actions help identify the psychopath.

    For more information on the psychopathic personality and Dr. Hare's book "Without Conscience", see www.Hare.Org

Saturday, 4 December 2010


French guys are strange. At least when you are a Swedish girl, born and raised in Sweden. Where everything is exactly as it seems. People do exactly what they say and they are not turning out to be someone else a while after you got to know them. In Sweden "I love you" means I love you. "I'll see you on Sunday at 22pm" means I'll see the person on Sunday at 22pm and "I've changed, I'm ready to do everything for you". means, well, just that and it's not just something you say to get someone back.

From one thing to another:  It's also very hard to be friend with a french guy. To meet up, have a drink, take a coffe, etc doesn't have to meen anything to me. Just that I'm curious about the person and want a new nice friend to hang out with. Ofcourse sometimes it means I'm interested in them but then they will find out quite soon I can promise you. :)
For french guys it means in 98% of the cases that it is a "date" and that I am interested in them. While in Sweden you often take "fikas" with guyfriends, hanging out in their apartments, going out on partys together, sleeping over in their place, having dinner and breakfasts, etc, without that it means anything more than just a great friendship. That's what I call real friendship. I have many guy friends like that in Stockholm.
I stay in their place when I'm there visiting, I'm hanging out in their livingroom eating chips with no makeup dressed in one of their T-shirts talking about everything from  the latest record releases and cool new bands to their or mine problems with the opposite sex, giving eachother advices. Before I go out in the evening fixing myself, I walk in and out from my bedroom with different shoes and outfits and my guy friends sais what they think looks the best in term of dress, shoes, makeup and hair.
Don't know if that would work with a french guy though, even if I wish.
French guys I hardly know who adds me on facebook can after a while start to talk to me very intimately online like "sweet kisses" and that kind of things and I am almost embarrassed cause I don't know what to think. Are they trying to hit on me? Are they joking? Or is it just the way they are talking to everyone?

Well, maybe I'm just not used to it, cause that 's a thing a swedish guy would never , ever do.
(If I didnt already kissed him and we had an ongoing story.)
What also causes me a slight nausea is the behaviour certain french guys take on when they are talking to girls is that they are talking to you as if you were a complete retard. A stupid fragile little doll who doesn't understand anything about anything -and always with a seductive undertone. God, I hate that. Then I become cold, stop smiling and answer them back as if I was on a business meeting with them, carefully choosing my words.
Why can't they treat me as an intelligent hard working woman? Cause that's what I am. Talk to me as they talk to they guy friends and ask if I heard the new cool remix of this or that band, discuss business we could do together in the future, etc.
I don't know why it is like this. Back home, at least in the group I hang out with there are no real difference between guys and girls. I can sit on a guydinner together with a tight group of guys drinking vodka shots and they treat me exactly as one of them, as a guy in the group. That's what's normal to me and I feel quite insecure when I am around french guys and the guys are just talking to each other about important, interesting stuff and is turning to me just to talk to me as if I almost wasn't there or in a seductive slimy way.
You have so much more to prove when you're a woman and It's sad it has to be that way.

(Ps: This is not about all the french guys I meet, but maybe 60% of them)

Wednesday, 1 December 2010



I love all my friends very much. They are intelligent, hard working, funny, cool, creative and fantastic people. Some of them lives in Stockholm, some in London, some in Tel Aviv, some in Antwerpen, some in Paris, actually they are spread all over the world.
I would like to write about all of them, but this time I'm gonna write about my best Swedish girl in Paris. Karin.
Karin is a 1m77cm tall ex model from Stockholm with very blond hair, freckels and blue eyes. She has 5 tattoos (she made them in N.Y) she is quite crazy and not like anybody else I've met. Karin loves to dress up and drink wine and cook for me at her place in le marais while we prepare to go out together. We listen to music and I show her my latest dj insider cool-new-songs and we talk about boys (what else.)
We are exploading in laugh- attacks while talking about situations with guys or when Karin went with a Swedish TV team to Tunisia with a complete lunatic and so crazy and funny comedian called "Kjell Henry". I never get tired of those storys...

Karin has more of a rock style than I do, she loves a bit punky clothes, leatherjackets, boots, black stretch jeans-,N.Y style and we have almost the opposite taste in men. That's great cause then when we go out together we never fall for the same guys which is quite practical I must say. Karin likes the bohem type more with a long beard, a mustasch, a punky tee or rock style, like the musician style, the "Justice guy" style. She doesn't even bother that much if they are shorter than her.  I prefer a bit more proper dressed guys, like jeans, shirt and blazer and a bit shorter beard. For Karin it's a complete turn off if they say they work in finance, while that doesn't bother me at all...
Karin is one year younger than me and earn her living as a makeupartist.
She is super talanted and I don't get to see her as often as I would like cause she is travelling all the time, New York, Stockholm, Paris and New York again.
Often when I call her to ask her to come with me to some superfunny party I'm invited to, she says; "I would sooo love to, but I cant, waking up 7 tomorrow to catch a plane to N.Y to do Vogue L'Uomo".
(Karin gets to make up shitloads of uberhot modelguys in her work, makes me almost jealous;)

But whenever she is in town she almost never says no to a party, that's what is so good about her.
Even if she is really tired and have lots of work to do she always sais: I waaaant, but I'm afraid I can't, I have to do this and that..-but call me an hour before you leave anyway. I call her an hour before I leave and 98% of the time she has by then changed her mind and is coming with me. That's just great cause you can hardly have a better, crazier partyfriend by your side in the Parisian night.

Me and Karin has been to so many party's and afterpartys together that I can hardly remember them all...
One of the best ones that I will never forget was the Lacoste 75th anniversary party that took place summer 2008 on a huge boat with 3 decks in the middle of the Seine.  It is defenitely one of my top 5 best partys in Paris ever.
Everyone was there from Karl Lagerfeld to englands model maffia like Coco Rocha and all of those girls. It was delicious food and sweets everywhere and special hired cooks for the evening cooking the food right on the spot. Ofcoure there was as much champagne as you could and want to drink(as usual at a good party)
What made this evening so special was that on the invitation it said: "dresscode, bikini, swimsuit, sexy sailor". I actually had one of the organisers on the phone a couple of days before and she said: You have to come in swimsuit, it is absolutely necessary, otherwise you might have problems at the door...
I took this very seriously and was dressed in a minimal chocolate brown D&G bikini, a white bathrobe and a white oldschool sailorhat Karin bought for us in some second hand earlier that day. I was supertanned and skinnier than ever and wore matching red lipstick and red nail polish. I couldn't talk Karin in to wearing a bikini so she wore a minimal pair of jeans shorts, a white schoolgirl blouse tied at the waist, a multicolor mask and the same white sailorhat as I did. You could say we looked pretty hot without exaggeration;)
Like that we walked out in the street to catch a cab, people were staring as if they'd never seen a woman before, but we were just laughing and kept on walking.
When we arrived at the party it was already full of people and we realized that we were among the few (maybe 10%) that had taken the dresscode so seriously...That made it even more fun and we went up on the middle deck where we met up with the London party maffia which was already in swimsuits in the pools.
Everyone was hanging out in the inflatable pools drinking champagne eating hot dogs or cotton candy or pomme d'amour's and every other food you can think of and there were several bands playing during the night. (Now I can ofcourse not remember one single of them, but one of the groups became enormously famous not long after.)
This night finished very very late and wet at le Baron I remember. It was a very interesting night which contained everything from Karin who hichhiked with a truck all the way to le Baron with one of the London guys (also dressed as a sailor) to a swim in the seine...
We had so much damn fun that night half of it would have been enough and I know that as long as I know Karin we will continue to have this much fun for a long time ahead...

Sunday, 28 November 2010


Sometimes you didn't knew you loved someone so much, until much later...
Sometimes you carry around this love inside you for a long time and you didn't even knew it was there anymore.
Like if it was sleeping and then it suddenly woke up and everything "click"when you are with that right person. Months and years can pass-and it's still there.
I can describe it as if I was a piece in a puzzle. I'm trying and trying with so many different pieces, one is too big, one too small, the third too square,etc. You can keep on trying different pieces to match yours forever and no one will really fit. Until you find the one that exact matches with your piece. Or maybe it was there all the time but you didn't want to see it.
It is so natural. You can feel it immediately. It's like a secret unit between you. A strong feeling that you belong together what ever happens. That you completely correspond and that it was meant to be.
You can't do anything to change that feeling.
Even if you sometimes and for some reasons try hard to ignore it, it won't dissapear.
This is how it feels like when you have a soulmate I think.


Saturday, 20 November 2010


Trust is very important. Trust is everything and without trust you can't built any type of relationship with people.
Last night I had dinner with a very wise girlfriend and we talked a lot about this subject.
If you are a sensitive, thinking person like us, comes from a normal home with a childhood filled with love you already have this inside you. We believe trust and honesty is the most important and its the core in our way of thinking and in relationships with other people and partners.We were never let down as children. We grew up with this unconditional love that made us the person we are today.
I'm not saying we are better than other people because of that. People who never had this can grow up and become loving caring wonderful persons anyway ofcourse, I know many examples of that-but not all of them.
That's why it is so hard when we meet ( have relationships) with people that isn't like this and doesn't have this inside of them even a tiny bit.
When we were growing up starting to have relationships , we always felt secure in ourselves, with lots of love to give, taking it for granted that we could trust the other person and that honesty is something that is so natural when you love someone.
Later on we discovered not all people are like us. "Fucked up" and lost people, due to their low self esteem, their fucked up childhood, their lack of love or other issues. They are destructive and very very manipulative and either have to destroy everything they have achieved cause deep inside of them they feel they are not "worth it" maybe cause of the way they were treated as a child -or people that once they have love they can't appriciate it and is compulsingly going out continuing seducing and abuse woman as if they were delicious desserts and not human beings, woman after woman, more and more lies, they are lying and lying and lying, it becomes a second nature- trying to cover themselves until it just gets ridiculous, or until their partner find out and the relationship is smashed into a million little pieces.

Sometimes theraphy can help, but as my girlfriend's theraphist said about the behaviour of her ex boyfriend: I'ts gonna take about 7 years of theraphy until he can get out of his fathers cellar".
I feel sorry for those people. Sometimes you think you can help, but it's actually very hard to change the behaviour of someone like this. It have to come from themselves, and if that is possible, only future can tell.
To be continued...


Monday, 15 November 2010



I spent this weekend in London, visiting a friend of mine who lives there. It's been so long since I was in London the last time. It's almost as if it was in another life. Atleast I had another life back then. I lived in Stockholm, was with my boyfriend at that time, etc.
Back then we went over to London quite often, on shopping trips and to check out the nightlife, to the Reading festival and so on. I specially remember the last time I was there. We went to hang out at the Notting Hill carneval with a huge group of swedish musicians and dj's. We stayed in André, (Mick Jones from the Clash) cousins house in Notting Hill. Mick Jones was there also, chainsmoking joints I remember. On my birthday we went to some market nearby and I bought birthday cake ingredients and made a huge cake for the evening of my B-day that we celebrated in a club. It was a big party- my London friends were organizing. They were all dj'ing there and then everyone went back to Andrés house to have an afterparty. He had turntables in his house so everyone was dj'ing and it was very funny and a crazy afterparty and my friend David got lost during the night and missed his flight back home, oh what a night...

This time I went alone, to visit my friend. I had forgotten about the smells and the "London feeling" and it now came all back to me, so cosy. I love London. It's a special feeling there I can't describe- of a city that is so old and all the history and everything else. I missed it.
I stayed with my friend who lives in Kensington in a typical London flat with the two doors and the little stairs sourrounded by a fence with those typical little square backyards, quite cosy. I could live here I guess.
We went to have typical London lunch with sausages and mashed potatoes and then we went to Liberty. Liberty is definitely one of my fav places for shopping in London, but is depresses me to go in there cause I feel this strong desire I want to buy every single item in the store and it's a tiny bit frustrating. I fell in love with so many things at Liberty's. For example a Stella McCartney cashmere scarf for 300 pounds, a Liberty agenda for 75 pounds, all of the shoes in the shoe department, etc... I decided that the next time I come to visit my friend in London I will bring at least one whole salary so I can have some spending orgasms at Liberty.
After some shopping we took a cab home to change for the evening and I called a couple of London friends that used to organize party's in London to ask them what was going on that evening. They told me the London nightlife kind of sucked for the moment but that a friend was having his Birthday bash in a hotel and that we could go there if we wanted. After an inappropriate amount of Tattinger each we went to the dinner that was in a cosy restaurant my friend had chosen together with a couple who works in finance. After that we went to the hotel party where I got arrested by the police. (That was a joke)
Anyway, it was fun and we continued the afterparty in my friend's place with some good toasts with cheese and ham, going wild on hypem scream singing The Clash on loadest volume possible and some more Tattinger...
The next day we decided to go cultural so we went to the Tate Modern, which is Londons national museum of modern art with british and international modern and contemporary artists. Since I promised myself to become more interested in contemporary art and start to collect it in the future it was a good choise to go there and check it out. After Tate we went to the national portrait gallery to check out the Taylor Wesson photographic portrait Prize which presents the very best in contemporary portrait photography with the most talanted young photographers alongside that of established professionals.
Was also a very interesting exhibition.
My trip to London was very nice but too short and now I realise I have to go back there more often.
I'm even considering spending christmas there since my family will be in Spain and I'm all alone and I prefer even staying in an empty apartment in London then alone in my flat in Paris. Well, We'll see about that, I know I will be back soon anyway cause the love affair between London and me is definitely on again.

Sunday, 7 November 2010


One of the best things I know is to get hooked up with people I have never met, by friends in common, and luckily for me it happens to me more and more often here in Paris. Friends of friends that's coming to Paris a weekend or a week, modelfriends of friends who are coming to stay a longer period, or even friends of friends that decided to move here permanently.
It started already in the beginning when I moved to Paris, but has become more and more frequent the past couple of years. Since my friends knows I go out a lot, dj a lot and know of all the good places, nightclubs and restaurants in Paris, that I am very social and sometimes called a "partygirl", I think they find it natural to ask me to hook up with their friends and to show them around town.
I am also very curious as a person, love to meet new people, hate routins and love everything unpredictable.
I often go out to parties alone, cause then I'm free to leave whenever I want with whatever group of people I happen to meet during the evening and I meet the most random and funny people that way.
People tend to speak more to a girl out alone, then if you are in a group...
Other people might think, Oh no, not again, dont wanna be a partyguide this weekend as well, but I can't think of anything better than to go on "blinddates"with total unknown's which turns out to be really funny, creative and lovely people that's soon becoming my new friends as well. Since they were already friends of my friends, it's a very little risk I wouldn't get along with them when they have quite the same mentality as my friends.
Many of those friends who lives all around the world, ( L.A, New York, London, Tel Aviv, Stockholm, etc)  I keep in contact with and they call me every time they come to Paris and we'll do something and I would ofcourse do the same if I visited their countries.
So friends, keep on hooking me up on blinddates with your nice friends that are visiting Paris, so I can take them out on "allnighters" we will never forget.
Now I have to run- I'm having lunch with a very funny brother and sister I was hooked up with the other day, tell you more about that later.

Thursday, 4 November 2010


A couple of days ago I went to the opening of the Russian filmfestival in Paris with my russian DJ friend, V, I met at a gig where we played together like a week ago.
First we went to a cinema in St Germain and saw the opening film that won prices at the Venise filmfestival this year. It was a heavy movie about two lonely men that bonded which eachother. Ofcourse there was some vodka drinking and some prostitutes in the film also which reinforced my prejudices about Russia a bit;)
After that we went out in the street and there was two buses that waited to take us to the afterparty at the Russian Embassy in St Germain somewhere.
The place was outstanding and looked a bit like Versailles with huge mirrors, red carpets and chandeliers and golden statues everywhere.
Everyone was dressed in cocktail and suits and the crowd was quite stiff at the beginning. All the actors from the movie was there and the whole russian crowd in Paris.
I was told the bartenders were in fact security guards, and they only spoke russian.
Everyone I spoke to took for granted I was russian as well, but the only thing I know in russian is "Priviet and "na zdrowie"!
Which I told everyone I met.
It was a huge table in one of the rooms with an enormous buffé of various russian food and ofcourse shitloads of russian vodka.
We ate and drank and I spent half an hour to figure out how I could eat a russian meatroll without a fork and another half hour to actually eat it.
The evening was really, really nice, but the end even nicer...
We were standing in a group talking, some people, me, V and he's friends and some others and there was still lots of people left at the party when suddenly my friend V made an incidental move which resulted in that a huge glass bowl that was attached to a huge golden statue (apparenly a piece of art from  1900 or something) was smashed in a million pieces on the floor.
It was completely quiet for a moment, no one moved, all eyes on us, until someone suddenly sais: - Mazeltov!
It was so funny that I had to turn around not to laugh my ass off and after this little incident we slowly took off "to go and get some air". I was laughing all the way out and V promised he would repeat this little "art performance" of his at the next party, which I thought was an extraordinary idea.

I am waiting with impatience for my next invitation to the russian embassy!


Here comes a list of the ugliest "fashion" for the moment, the real NO-NO's I rather die than get caught in one of the following:

One of the most hideous and ugly jacket that ever existed. Were this if you want to look like the Michelin man, someone from the suburb or a norwegian brat year 2005.
The only time it's ok to were the down is if you are on going on a ski vacation. Basta.

Cheap, cheap and did I say cheap?

Of any kind. Just Ugly.

The most unsexy a woman can were, swear to god you wouldn't caught me alive in a pair of those...

Hello Hoochie mama! Tasteless and tacky old lady/prostitute attribute
(* could be ok if it is a small item such as a pair of gloves only though)

Looks like shit, cheap and trashy, as if you couldn't afford to buy proper ones.
I wore this when I was 13, then it was cool. /Why would you like to look any shorter and fatter than you are?

Sportswear should be worn at the gym and only at the gym.

In case you don't have time to go to the toilet, otherwise only ok on Mc Hammer.

If you want to look like a mix between a lumberjack and a lesbian cowboy.

Once again, sportswear is only ok at the gym I told ya.

ONLY ok if you are under 15, (and not even then)

Tuesday, 2 November 2010


Makes me so fucking angry how some people treat other people, think that they are the kings of the fucking universe and can do whatever they want, without never ever have any negative consequences for their selfish, cruel, falce and schizophrenic behaviour.
People with no real hearts. Who never learnt to love-for real.
For example now, when a person I know quite well to put it that way is pretending he has a serious relationship with some poor girl who lives in London, but the thing is she has NO clue of that he had another girl for the whole summer at the same time and lots of other ones as well, ( for example a little anorectic 22 year old he is fucking for fun and who is also completely obsessed with him) and on top of that claimes he is MORE than single each time he speaks to me, and that it's complete"bullshit" that he has a girlfriend. Makes me so fucking angryyy!! I hope this girl is gonna find out who he really is and fast.
WHEN did people lose all their dignity, moral and values and allowed themselves to lie to everybody about everything like freakin'12 years olds???
Grow up!
Or as we say in Sweden; cut your hair and get a job.

Friday, 29 October 2010

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1. People who blindly follow rules without questioning anything. Just accept everything how it is. Old shitty rules that I always question and refuses to follow if I think they are inapropriate. ( Can be at work or just in general)
As long as people behave like that it would never be any change or democracy in society.

2.The old fashion hierarchy system at many french workplaces. Perversely designed to torture life out of the employees. In Sweden your boss is someone nice that helps and motivates you and that you have fun with. Someone that does not only help you to grow in the company, but also as a person.
In France your boss is (often) a sadistic pervert that want you to know your place. A very small person with 0 knowledge in management in any form and so, so afraid to loose even a tiny bit of he's power.
Absolutely ridiculous.

3.Prejudices and preconceptions about people you absolutely don't know and never met.
 (As long as they haven't done anything to you personally, such as seduced your boyfriend, etc)
My rule is: never judge someone before you met and talked to them personally, no matter how much bullshit you've heard about the person before.

4. Rude, dumb people you absolutely don't know and never seen in your life that disturb you, claim your precious time by starting to talk to you in inappropriate ways and places like in the street, in the metro, etc. (This almost exclusively happens in France)
Leave me the fuck alone! I dont want to be bothered by some ugly lowlife trying to hit on me everytime I walk around alone in the street. What do they think? That I'm gonna stop, talk to them, smile and take their number?
I wouldn't even touch them with a stick even if they were the last person left on earth. It's just so extremely rude to force yourself into another peoples private space like that. Occupy their time with pure bullshit. The only thing I feel like doing in those situations is to fountain puke on them.

5.Liars and cheaters- No comments.

6.People who are standing still on the left side in escalators. Comeone! We had escalators for about 100 years now, what is it that is so hard??

7. When people try to tell me what to do, and try to know my life better than I do.
"You shouldn't wear so much make up" and stuff like that. Comeone, YOU shouldn't wear that ugly shirt, those yellow teeth and that attitude. Thank ya'. I am a grown up woman and can decide for myself. Thank ya again.

Tuesday, 26 October 2010


Winter's cityside
Crystal bits of snowflakes
All around my head and in the wind
I had no illusions
That I'd ever find a glimpse
Of summer's heatwaves in your eyes
You did what you did to me
Now it's history I see
Here's my comeback on the road again
Things will happen while they can
I will wait here for my man tonight
It's easy when you're big in Japan

Aah when you're big in Japan-tonight...
Big in Japan-be-tight...
Big in Japan... ooh the eastern sea's so blue
Big in Japan-alright,
Pay! -- Then I'll sleep by your side
Things are easy when you're big in Japan
Oh when you're big in Japan

Neon on my naked skin, passing silhouettes
Of strange illuminated mannequins
Shall I stay here at the zoo
Or should I go and change my point of view
For other ugly scenes
You did what you did to me
Now it's history I see
Here's my comeback on the road again
Things will happen while they can
I will wait here for my man tonight
It's easy when you're big in Japan

Aah when you're big in Japan-tonight...
Big in Japan-be-tight...
Big in Japan... ooh the eastern sea's so blue
Big in Japan-alright, pay!
Then I'll sleep by your side
Things are easy when you're big in Japan 

Monday, 25 October 2010


Here comes a childhood memoy I for some reason started to think about:

When I was little, maybe around 10 or 11 I had a great imaginaion, a wild fantasy and was full of adventures and crazy ideas.
One thing was that I really wanted to be a detective.
I was so little so I didn't really know what being a  detective really meant, but I did my best to become one anyway. I had a friend I used to  hang out with a lot at this time, a girl maybe one or two years younger than me. We started a detective club together. It was my idea. We called ourselves detectives "falköga and snabbfot" which in swedish means kind of "hawkeye" and "quickfot". I was quickfot cause I was really fast when I was little, I was slim and had long legs for my age and I could run pretty fast.
We were sitting in my room preparing interviews and plans on how to spy on suspicious people in the neighbourhood I remember. We had a few specific guys much older than us, like in their 30's maybe, that we thought were particularly suspicious and behaved very strange and mysteriously...
We had some simple equipment which consisted of a tape recorder, a microphone and a notepad. With that we went to the local grocery store and waited for our victims to either enter or come out from the store. When they entered we sometimes followed them to see what they bought as a part of the investigation and when they came out we stood there ready with our taperecorder and microphone to interview them with what seemed to be "normal questions"to them, but was for us important clues of the mysterious suspects.

We asked what their favorite food was, what they favorite color was, what their favorite TV show was and so on, but also where they lived and if they had a garage where they lived, what kind of car they were driving, etc. Everything in order to get as much important information as possible so we later at night when it was dark could look for their houses and go and spy on them some more...
This was so fun and exciting I remember and we were so sure to reveal those poor quite normal guys as some sort of massmurder freaks which had children kidnapped and trapped in their garage!
Ofcourse we had code names for all of them. It was important to never call them by their real names I remember, so that no one could know who we were talking about if they found out notebooks or something. I specially remember one guy that we called "Peter". A tall skinny man in his 30's, who lived alone and was some kind of a loner. We followed him like crazy for like a week and spied on him every evening completely sure of that he at any moment would take out a dead body from his freezer or somthing like that. Ofcourse that never happend more than in our imagination and I almost feel sorry for the poor guy that was just a normal buddy that liked american cars and girls and I remember until this day when I first interviewed him outside the grocery store one day and asked him for his favorite song:
-"Little deuce coupe by the Beach Boys!" he answered with a smile. Me and Falköga looked seriously at eachother and thought it was a very, very suspicious answer...




Sunday, 24 October 2010




Was off this weekend as well.
On thursday I was invited to the FIAC Vernissage by my friend Frédéric who has the art gallery Bugada & Cargnel in Paris. Dropped by there after work and walked around looking at art. I love art and have promised myself to become more interested in art, learn more about it and hopefully start to buy and collect art someday in the future..
I felt a bit tired after working all day so I went to the open bar Richard and grabbed a mango and a strawberry/Richard mix they had there that was quite disgusting (Richard should only be drunk as pastis otherwise it tastes like shit) I walked around for a while taking a sip on each every now and then. An old bitter man was staring at me when I did that and I smiled back. (The best way to ignore and provoke old fashion fascists is to smile lovely at them.)  I decided to stick to champagne for the rest of the evening.
Saw some interesting things and got a review of the paintings and installations by Frédéric.
His artist Cyprien Gaillard won btw the Marcel Duchamp price this year which is really cool, happy for him and congrats.
Friday night I was dj'ing at the ART/MUSIC/SHOW at the door studios in Paris. A vernissage with contemporary russian art/ Wrangler, french photobloggers and the solo artist Wagner, etc.
I was dj'ing second set after the Wagner gig. I started of course with the old Telex hit "Moscow disco" (remixed by carl craig) what could be more suitable than that at a russian party? Heard I've got some good feedback for the set, so I'm happy.
Today I was brunching at my fav place in le marais: Café Charlot. Charlot is just the best. Cosy and supernice food and a very yummy brunch. I hang out there all the time when I'm free. Talked to my new french friend D who is the only frenchmen I know that speaks fluent swedish:)
Now, I really really feel like going to the cinema. Haven't been to the cinema for ages, so much stuff I want to check out and it is so this season to go down in a dark and cosy cinema with popcorn and watch movies, that's gonna be my plan for next week...
See ya'

Thursday, 21 October 2010


Need some fun, gimme some fun! Why is everything so damn boring and serious at the moment?
Can it be the cold? the autumn? Is my brain freezed?
God, don't have that funny giggely feeling I use to have in my body anymore and I'm afraid.
Like this summer when I was on vacation, hanging out in an ex boyfriend's apartment in Stockholm. We are listening to music, having an absolutely great time, understanding eachother and eachother's jokes and thoughts as only people that knew each other for about 15 years as we have does. Talking bullshit about girls, boys, life, relationships, etc...
About being single dating different random people that after a while fall in love and you dont.
Then suddenly he gets an sms from some chic he's been dating a short period, like some love declaration, really serious about wanting to meet again, bla bla.
He is trying to answer the sms, he starts to write but gets it wrong and slips on the letters and before he can stop it (you know I phones) it goes away to the girl and the only thing it sais is "ba"
which is a swedish expression that is short for "bara" (just, only) but is used more as "like" as in "like that", or I don't even know how to explain what it means, but you can say it in the end of sentences as an arrogant touch to it, suburb kids and teenagers often do that and it's really "I couldn't care less'ich" and we both found it extremely funny and were lying double laughing for a long time cause it's so damn funny -and that, that feeling is exactly what I miss!


I'm so very tired, can't believe it...
I'm working way to much (again) into my 50 hours a week schedule -again...
Exhausted, a few hours home alone at night after work in best case. Braindead. Just enough energy to watch stupid soap operas about rich NY housewifes on streamed Swedish tv.
So tired in the morning I have to force myself with every power in my body to go up, don't even know where I find the strenght for that...many years training I guess, zombie behaviour...
Not even energy enough to cook dinner. Takeaway every single night...expensive...but, whatever.
The ONLY thing I want is to take a vacation, go far far away, someplace warm.
Sip pina coladas at some beach, paint my nails, take massages and do spa-shit until I choke in pore tightening mud and...be happy....

Well, that's what happens with 2 jobs...
Advices from a friend I met tonight is turning around in my head. A young businessman and entrepreneur that have 2 businesses going on at the same time and is opening up a third soon. Work hard. Work 3 times harder than everybody else. Look around you what people are doing. Do something different than them. What do you do that they don't? Always have a good idea. If you have a good idea, really good, you will find the money to finance your project...

I am free this weekend though.
Gonna try to write about the past fashionweek then. So much stuff to write about...
Where am I gonna find my time?
Dj'ing tomorrow at an art/Wrangler party and on saturday at a private 30 year's party held by a friend of friends.
See ya'


Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Saturday, 2 October 2010


Pompon opening last night. My english red haired friend John Whelan was opening this restaurant at 39 rue des petites Ecuries in the 10th arr in Paris.
He has been talking about it such a long time so it was really nice to finally see the result.
Unfourtunately I was totally smashed this evening. (from the evening before) Had a crazy stomach ache and a bad karma that was following me for the rest of the evening.
I brought my Italian friend "Adriano" from last night and met up with a Swedish partycrew there as well.
Congrat's John!  Nice restaurant/nightie with a basement for concerts and a fumoir. Now I just have to go and try it out as a dinner place.
After a while it was so hot and so much people inside the Pompon we had to escape- out in the street to have a cigarette. After that we wanted to check out the Vivien Westwood after. Adriano was already there and kept sending me textos that said he was on the list and was not getting in anyway. Bad sign. We took a cab to L'Arc anyway.  Me and what was left of the partycrew: Davy, Nisse and some austrian designer chic. I tried to reach a friend who works there while we were on our way but it turned out to be a hard deal. People where fighting to get in and lots of people on the list didn't even get in so we went to some Citizen K party instead where my fiend David had a friend( some guy from Gomma records)who was dj'ing. Since I skipped dinner (again)I drank margarita's all evening to get some sort of salt in my body. The party took place at the VIP Room which I hate. It's a lame and tasteless hookers-and champagne/badly dressed losers with to much wax in their hair that likes shitty music-place.
In the middle of every evening at the VIP a bunch of operated almost naked( g-string and black sticky-tape on the nipples) quite vulgar strippers is starting to dance at some stage. I find that so tasteless and tacky in a nightclub.
So after a while(after the strip incident),even with nice company I took off and went home. First I passed by Le Renard which is just a couple of hundreds of meters from my place, found some friends standing outside smoking and went in. Talked a little to Jenny, Rasmus, Maria and Rocco and got back some good karma and energy.
It was raining during this whole evening so that took away some of the nice partyspirit as well.
It turned out quite nice in the end anyway.
Conclusion of the night, or what my friend Wade told me: "Don't go out if you don't get paid or laid".
To be continued...