Monday 26 September 2011

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning....

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning...


More than this - there is nothing........


(Bryan Ferry)

Sunday 25 September 2011

THE "INDIE TAXI DRIVER"-"INDIETAXICHAUFFÖREN"

When I lived in Stockholm back in the days I had my own private taxi driver for over a year. I never payed for any rides, ever. How come?  you might ask...
Did I worked for the government? Was I a famous rockstar or just filthy rich? Actually non of that...
I was dj'ing a lot back then at lots of cool clubs such as my friend Rebecka and Césars club "Nightlife" among many others...
I used to have maybe 3 or 4 gigs a week for several years and each time I had a gig I took a taxi there since I had a lot of records to carry. One night I called my usual taxi company, but instead of the usual old gray haired man who normally came to picked me up, it was a young, kind of cute kid. He was maybe 22 years old, with a bit long curly hair, dressed as some kind of pop or rock kid, with sneakers and a knitted hat.  We started to talk and he told me he was new in the business, that he had been traveling around, lived in Berlin for a while and now had a break from his studies and had decided to make a living as a taxi driver for a year or so. He was nice and sweet and always listened to "Indie" music in the car such as The Cure, The Smiths and Swedish groups Broder Daniel and Mando Diao.
But most of all he loved swedish artist Hâkan Hellström which he played each time during the rides in his taxi.
I told him I was a dj and he thought that was kind of cool and we became friends. I thought he was the nicest taxi driver ever. I loved to discuss music with him and soon he went under the name "The indie taxidriver" My friends started to recognize him, cause he was the one who always dropped me off and picked me up from clubs. He wanted to to go to cool nightclubs such as the places where I played, but he didn't know a soul... I think I payed him the first time and then he wouldn't let me pay him again, ever. He gave me his private number and he said I could call him every time I needed a cab, which was several times a week. He worked a lot so he was almost always available and he always came when I called. In return of the free rides I fixed him up on the lists of all of the coolest clubs in Stockholm. He could show up there with a friend, double the line like a cool guy and listen to his favorite music all night long, I gave him some of my free drink tickets as well. I had a private taxi driver for free, 24/7.  It was a perfect exchange and everyone was happy. Sometimes he called me at night and told me he wanted to go out to this and that club and then I called my friend who had the club and said, "It's my driver again, the "indie driver", please put him on the list + one", they always did.
After a while the indiedriver became like a phenomena and people even knew who he was out at the clubs. I introduced him to my friend Rebecka, who was running one of the most successful nightclubs in Stockholm at that time and soon he became her private taxi driver as well. We gave him mix cd's with cool music he could listen to in his car and we made sure he had access to all clubs he wanted to go to in the city, he became a bit of a legend for a while...
After a year or so I think the indie taxi driver took up his studies again and we lost contact more and more until he completely stopped working as a taxi driver. Now it's almost 10 years ago I saw him the last time, but sometimes those nice little memories of music accompanied indie drives in the middle of the night pops up in my head while thinking of one of the loveliest cities in the world, where I had so much fun. Stockholm.
I'll never forget the good old times...
<3

Friday 23 September 2011

SKYPING WITH TOKYO

Tonight I was Skyping with my cute and nice friend Paul, who is in Tokyo dj'ing for 3 weeks for Le Baron over there. It was 4 o'clock in the morning in Tokyo and Paul was back from the nightclub, about to go to sleep, he was tired and talked a bit japanese..
We talked about Ibiza, relationships, japanese girls, japanese guys, the last time we had a 500  dinner together at Le Meurice in Paris and I asked him if the myth about japanese girls was true, he told me it was...
;-)

Thursday 22 September 2011

A couple of minutes ago in a Tabacco store in Paris...

Me: Hi, Can I have 10 stamps for Scandinavia please.
Seller guy: Scandianvia....What city is that? Where is it?
Me: Scandinavia, it's not a city, it's a region in northern Europe, you know, Sweden, Finland, Denmark...
Seller guy: I don't know that city, but you can buy two stamps for France, It will work, I always do that when I send letters to China and it works!
Me: You know what, Forget it, thanks anyway, bye...

FASHION WEEK IS APPROACHING...

Wednesday 14 September 2011

MEANING OF NUMBERS....

My life and different numbers...

I've been writing 144 pages on my book so far...
It was 2 years and 2 months ago I said "I love you" to someone the last time...
Tomorrow the 15th of September it's my cool friend Carina Svensson's (who lives in Antwerpen) Birthday
This is my 7th year in Paris and my 4th year in Le Marais...
I started DJ 13 years ago...
I bought my first 45 rpm vinyl 1990 when I was 12 years old, It was Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby"
This week my 7th iPhone is getting sent to me...
I have lived for 12.160 days today...
The 24 th of November 1996, I was 18 years old and went to one of the best concerts of my life; Mazzy Star at Gino in Stockholm...
In 24 hours I'm going to be at a german BBQ at a friend's place...
The last 3 months I've been in 6 different cities and 5 different countries...
It was 2 weeks ago I was in a non french speaking country the last time and I guess it's gonna be approxi 3 weeks until I leave the country again...
(It took me 1,5 minutes to write this blogpost...)

Monday 12 September 2011

A WEIRD DREAM...

I dreamed that I met people who lived a couple of 100 years from now who had travelled back in time and they asked me if I wanted to come and live with them in the future. They talked a bit funny, pronounced certain words different and mentioned cities that doesn't yet exist and so on. They used cell phones we couldn't see or touch only som kind of laser (through the air) They told me they thought our world right now was a bit dirty and bad entertained and very under developed and not modern. They gave me something that they'd brought from their world and that I thought was genius, but I can unfortunately not remember what it was now. I didn't go with them in the end cause the desire to stay here with my loved ones, in this time was too strong.

Sunday 11 September 2011




IT HURTS NEW YORK...

( From the 12 pages Elle shoot 9/11-2001. Do you recognize me? Also on this photo, cool models Karolina Jakoby and Monica Rofler who I'm still in contact with...)

9/11 2001.
I had been in New York at J.F.K International only a month before, in August, to change flight to go to Los Angeles and LAX.  Me and my bf at the time were on a three week round trip vacation in California and attended a beautiful wedding in Lake Taho.
It was a nightmare experience since my luggage was missing when we came to N.Y and I was panicked and in a very bad mood the whole flight to LA, cause I had my best and most expensive clothes in my suitcase and I thought it was lost forever... Luckily I got it back when we landed in LA..

Had no idea back then what was going to happen there not even a month later and with other people also on their way on a flight to L.A...

I was 23 at the time and on this very day I was at Stureplan in Stockholm doing a photoshoot for Swedish Elle Magazine, where they portrayed different creative profiles, models and artists in Stockholm. We were about 15 on the shoot and I had quite a spectacular look at the time and was working with many different creative projects such as music and brand manager for Stockholms biggest and trendiest concept store, "c/o Stockholm"and I was modeling quite a lot as well.
We were shooting almost the whole day and I remember I went out in the street when we had a little break and then my bf called. He was quite upset and told me that two planes had flown into the twin towers a couple of minutes before and I thought it sounded unreal.
I went back in again and asked the makeup artists if they'd heard what had happened in New York and they told me in a low voice they were aware of the situation but asked me not to talk about it until the shoot was finished...
We spent that evening in front of the news and couldn't believe what we saw....

R.I.P all innocent victims.


Thursday 8 September 2011

CRYPTIC MESSAGES...

Sometimes I look through old notebooks and stare in confusion at weird notes which make no sense and that I wrote down just a few weeks or months earlier, but I still don't get it, what did I wanna say with this?
Found this note today:

"Dinner.
Yeah, I know...
But goddammit, I have the right to!
Orly, had 3 or so...
I C so far this"

What on earth did this mean? I don't remember and will probably never find out...
;-)

Tuesday 6 September 2011

WHAT A GIRL KEEPS IN HER HANDBAG...

Ok folks, I know you always wanted to know what a girl (me) keeps in her handbag, now-finally here is the answer when I reveal the naked truth!
Handbag: Hermès Birkin in lightbrown leather
From left to right:
-French Shoehorn in steel 
-Louboutin shoes in black satin, size 38
-Pearl neckless (gift from the sultan of Brunai)
-Gold thread, 24 carat, (50 meters)
-Tuna in olive oil (in case of hunger at shopping sprees)
-1 tomato (to throw at riots)
-1 Swedish cheese slicer
-Car keys
-Perfume ("Collage" from Phillip Lim, limited edition, series two)
-Key to the prison cell where I keep my enemies
-R2 D2 Alarm Clock

Garnish: Random currency: Cuban pesos, U.A.E Dirham, British pounds, Ethopian Birrs and Ukranian Hryvnia...