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...