Saturday, 29 October 2011


Yo everybody!
Come to my event I'm organizing at Carmen next thursday the 3#rd of nov. Gonna be awesome!
Expect music from Lana del Ray, Throbbing Gristle, Lykke Li,Rebecka & Fiona, Higamos Higamos  Psychic hit list, Dead Mous5, Justine & the Victorian punks, Miike Snow, DJ Medhi, Lucio Battisti and many many more!

Wednesday, 26 October 2011


Ello Luv! (With a brittish accent)
Trying to keep up the happy & positive mindset in those cold and dark autumn times!
Trying not to think about anything that has to do with feelings, love and all of that stuff and only concentrate on business and work, which is good in periods...
Business are coming up in different types, dj'ing, organizing events, fashion and something else I can't talk about yet..
So, mailing and mailing and meetings and meetings, I like meetings.
Keeping up the healthy spirit and cooking quinoa/persil/ail "pasta" with broccoli and lemon.
Wanna leave on vacation badly, ANYWHERE!
Soon, soon.....
Maybe time for a trip over the channel..
Happy and lovely fall all of you

Monday, 24 October 2011


I figure stuff out very easily. I have learned a special technique of thinking and to see the connection between things that I've practiced for years now...
I think this way, put two and two together and I have the answer.
I know exactly where to look and what to look for, don't underestimate me.
When it comes to investigation I am always one step ahead.
(you can say I'm a cheating guys nightmare ;-)

Contact me on my mail if you wanna hire me to solve a case for you.

Saturday, 22 October 2011



Sometimes I remember things that happened a long, long time ago, just pops up in my head and I smile when I'm thinking of long gone memories...
Just thought about something  that took place maybe in 1983, I was four or five.
I hid (for some unknown reason) a few grapes on a little plate on the floor behind the desk in my room and then I forgot about them for weeks...
When I finally found them weeks later they had turned into raisins. I was fascinated since I still didn't know it was the same thing, only a matter of process....

Thursday, 20 October 2011


I am a food fascist and I admit it!
 I believe that one of the most important things for your well being is what you eat (or what you don't eat)
While I’m writing this I eat brunch which today is a cup of Kusmi detox tea with fresh sliced ginger, cotton cheese mixed with sliced green apple, chili and linseed.
I feel better the more fruits and veggies and liquid stuff I eat and my body feel heavy, swollen, stuffed and I immediately start to have a stomach ache if I eat too much of stuff like red meat, fried potatoes, sauces and white bread. I can feel that’s not good for me, my body is not constructed that way. I always prefer lighter before heavier, fish before meat, veggies before any kind of potatoes and always water before superficial sugar drinks, such as coke (over 30 sugar cubes in a 33 cl)
My ideal breakfast: A glass of freshly squeezed orange (or other fruit) juice. Tea or café latte with soy milk and cinnamon, bio fil (Swedish) or yoghurt, with acidophilus+ müsli, blueberries and strawberries/ or whole-wheat toasts with ham and cheese tomatoes and herbs, or porridge with sliced banana, cinnamon and milk in the winter.
My ideal lunch: fish with vegetables and lots of lemon, sushi or a salad.
My ideal Dinner: shrimps, oysters or other seafood, with a fruit salad. Or grilled fish with veggies (ideal in the summer)

I don’t understand and can't stand hanging out with people who have no idea and are completely unconscious of how to eat good for their bodies and are completely blind for what bad food does to you= makes you stupid and sugar addicted. Some are so stuck with old bad ideas, what their unconscious parents gave them as children cause they didn't know better and their habit of eating in places like McDonalds and cheap pizza or kebab places are now taking over their lives.  For me it's like people who smoke pot every day. You feel good at the moment, but hey! Your body is slowly rotting from inside and you don’t care…

My seven years in Paris has food wise brought me back to a state of how unconscious Swedish people must have been when it came to food, let’s say in the seventies. Many people in this country are today 2011 surprisingly poorly educated and completely unconscious about what is good for you and what is bad.
A couple of years ago I had some colleges who when we had lunch in the common canteen always took mountains of french fries, and steak with ketchup. Drink to that? Coca cola. Dessert? -Of course, (everyone in France always eat dessert, every day) fruit yoghurt, or a large slice of cake or other pastry with shitloads of artificially made cream on it. I was shocked.
Some of them ate this for lunch EVERY single day, I am not kidding and I thought with horror of what they then might eat for breakfast and for dinner. I had the fish alternative every day, with a bowl of salad, sparkling water and a fruit salad, and the more I saw them eat those mountains of fries every day the less I wanted to eat -anything at all actually. I mean, there were other alternatives, it was just that other food seemed completely alienated and inedible for them. They looked strangely at my plate and wondered how on earth I could eat fish every day when there were french fucking fries there to get!
While I am doing my weekly grocery shopping in Naturalia (bio products and stuff) carefully trying to find products without additives, etc everyone around me still eat white bread and have sugar in their coffee.
I stopped using additional sugar in coffee, tea and food over 10 years ago (like most of my Swedish friends) same with butter- those two things doesn’t exist in my home. I never or rarely eat white bread since it is industrial made,
with chemically produced flour which means the vitamins in the bread no longer exists, etc and which forms like a heavy stone in your stomach and on top of that makes you fat.
How come people in a modern country still are so unaware of how to eat right?
For example when I go shopping at the supermarket I buy fruits, veggies, bio nature yoghurt, soy milk and water, while everyone else have their shopping carts full of cookies, white bread, milk that is not stocked in the fridge= shitloads of added sugar, coca cola, frozen food=the devil, fruit yoghurt = 100% sugar (which makes you fat and bad for the body) and other pure sugar and fat bombs with artificial substances, not to talk about trans fats. Feel sorry for girls who are obviously on a diet when I see what they have lined up behind me in the line at Monoprix; fruit yoghurt, cornflakes and rice cakes, come on! Everyone knows that that’s the worst you can eat if you wanna loose weight, jesus crist..
 I also noticed that everyone in this country seems to love cookies. It’s a fucking cake nibbling going on all day long wherever you turn your head. I’ve noticed it since that’s what everyone has in their shopping thingie at Monoprix. I am not crazy about cookies/chocolate and stuff like that. Never been. So I rarely buy it.
It is because I wasn't fed with cookies and candy every day like French children when I was little I never developed that addiction. My parents knew better, and thank god for that. If I ever have children they are definitely not gonna be given cookies and candies everyday for their “gouter” meal or whatever it is called in the afternoon. That is to destroy a little growing body and small teeth and make them sugar addicted, resulting in problems with caries and obesity to fight against their whole life “thanks mum and dad” Like giving cigarettes to them. Children should eat healthy home cooked meals with pure ingredients (meat, fish, veggies and fruits) and if you are stupid enough to feed them sugar and fat instead of real food you shouldn’t have children.

I’ve never been on a diet in my entire life, I just eat healthy and what I feel instinctively is good for my body, that’s it.
Of Course I eat some bad stuff every now and then, I like Swedish candy very much for example, but not every freakin day! Maybe if I had grown up with stupid unconscious parents who fed me McDonalds, cookies and bad food since I was two, I would be a bit fat now and eat much more cookies, candy and fast food cause my body would crave it and be programmed with it since many years. I feel sorry for kids who have had to grow up that way.

Wednesday, 19 October 2011


Ok, Feel I have to comment on that one before people think I'm Joey Ramone or something...
Sex is sex, not so much more to say about it...
Drugs can also be alcohol, in my case a glass of champagne...
Rock n'roll is everything that I love in music, can be dubstep, 80's ballads, ibiza house, pop, rock, 60's music, reggae, soul, rnb, or anything in between...

Tuesday, 18 October 2011


Stella Mc Cartney, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jamie Hince, Kate Moss & Mario Testino
I had a super weird dream again. I had weird and expressive dreams for several days in a row now, completely different from each other and that I remembered when I woke up. This one is from this night/morning;  I am outside, in some sort of garden on a big hill with some friends. It is summer.  I see another big house next to ours where there is some kind of daytime cocktail going on and lots of people. I climb over the hill together with some of my friends and kind of gate crashes this very private party with lots of celebrities...
I am wearing very high heeled boots from Stella Mc Cartney, a really nice designer dress and huge sunglasses, a pretty cool look.  I go into the house. Gwyneth Paltrow is there. So is her daughter who tells me her name is "Nydin". She is small and little, maybe 8 years old and she asks me to braid her hair which I do. I ask Nydin how old she is. "20" she answers me with a smile. "No way you are, you look like seven or eight" I tell her. Her little sister is there too and Kevin Bacon who is their father. He is sitting on a high chair talking to Kate Moss who is sitting next to him feeding her daughter Lila Grace...
I go out in the garden again after a while and see that all my friends are gone, except maybe two.. I feel a bit uncomfortable and that I can't stay since it is a private party and we were not invited in the first place so I run very fast with my high heeled boots across the garden and try to climb over the hill again and back to my friends...
I wonder if dreams have a meaning and in that case what this dream meant....

Monday, 17 October 2011


(ps; this is not a pic of the real stuff, just something similar )

Hi there!
Since you might know how passionate I am about cooking and how much I love it and that I'm cooking healthy meals every night for myself I wanted to share a nice recipe with you, which is equally suitable for lunch as for dinner.
(That was of  course a joke, I rarely cook since I live alone, think it's so goddamn boring and have other more important things to do, but sometimes it happens ;-)
Well this delicious and healthy recipe comes originally from my friend Karin who once served me this in her place...
You might call it hot fennel/goat cheese salad with orange (or whatever you want)

You need (for one person)
- 1 or 2 Fennel thingies
- 1 or 2 oranges
- The most expensive fresh goat cheese you can find in your local fromage shop
- liquid honey
-herbs and spices and stuff like that.
(Figs is nice in this too, optional)

-Chop the fennel thingies into small beautiful pieces with a sharp knife
-Cook it until it's soft, but not too soft (kind of like 10 minutes)
- Peel the oranges and cut them into slices
-Same with the goat cheese (cut it into appetizing bits)
-Chop the walnuts into small pieces
- Put the hot fennel on a plate, let the goat cheese melt down, decorate with the oranges and walnuts and sprinkle some liquid honey, salt, pepper and herbs and stuff over it.
Done. Enjoy.
Quite simple, but nice. I'm gonna have this for dinner tonight.
If you want some more food inspiration I highly recommend this very helpful page:

Over and out.
See Ya!

Sunday, 16 October 2011


The Klay Sports club in Paris on Rue St Sauveur is heaven on earth.
This cosy luxury design gym makes me never wanna leave. Amazing atmosphere, interesting people, yoga, pilates, cardio, fitness, spinning, pool, a spa and a restaurant= everything you need.
I just need a yearly membership card here now. It costs 1590 Euros/year, only. Please Mr Santa Claus...

Saturday, 15 October 2011

The pic from "my apartment" was of course a joke ;-)
I would never have carpets on the floor like that and so much gold...
It's from my favorite hotel RITZ in Paris....

Friday, 14 October 2011

Btw, some of you guys wanted to see pictures from my apartment, so here comes one, yeah I know a little much gold but I'm redoing it soon...


Hello there!
Time flies, already October, can't believe it ,goes so fast. What happened to the summer? (one of the best in a long time for me..) Autumn can be cosy too, but more melancholic and thoughtful. I wish it was summer all the time, really hate winter. Maybe I should move to Sydney where my little sister lives for that? 
Read her blog from down under here;
Funny, I noticed a huge 'flood storm' on the blog after I published the article on dating and relations in Sweden ;-)
That article is so true. Unfortunately that is how it goes more or less in Sweden. Swedish guys are way too shy and stiff (comparing to french or Italians for example) and to drink enormous amounts of alcohol before (and during) a date is something completely normal for us, not very sexy, I know... Swedish guys have other qualities though...
They are reliable, have respect for women and are the kind of guys who want to marry you and have a cute little baby, well I mean stay with you and build something serious (At least if they are my age and older) Which I have to see as something good...French and other latin just seam to want to fool around and have fun like teenagers, (not very interesting in the long run) whatever, otherwise I have my normal autumn depression cause of lack of sun and fun (and love?)
and have been suffering from a terrible insomnia the last couple of weeks...That is not cool at all and never happened to me before. Just can't sleep. It can have something to do with that I watch horror movies in bed before going to sleep so for each sound I hear I get scared and have to turn on the light after...:-)
Well, today is friday and friday is my favorite day of the week since the week end begin...
Today I'm gonna go and pick up the champagne bottles at the PR agency I've got as a gift when I dj'd at the Dutch brand  Zarb, at their Champagne Bottle Expo during fashion week. (Oh fashion week, btw, promised a follow up on that subject, but seriously...who wants to hear about hanging out at Kate Moss Party with Jared Leto and Terry Richardson? Singing karaoke with 5 drunk Swedes until no hour and then swim in a fountain? Is it really interesting to read about a crazy afterparty in an international designers flat and then an after-after party in a hotel room where my friend G was carrying around sleeping people in the corridors. I don't know, but ok, if you still wanna hear those stories, just tell me) Tonight I have a business related dinner and a business related "going out" to do.
See ya'


Marilyn Monroe

Tuesday, 11 October 2011


Love Love Love Love Love 


This is so true and the funniest I've read in a long time!
As American blogger Kommissarie F. Curiosa shares her revised reflections on Swedish mating and dating. This guide may not help you find your Swedish Valentine, but it might help you to understand the Swedes a bit more…
“After six plus years of living in Stockholm, I'm still not sure how Swedish relationships actually happen.
The only obvious explanation seems to be massive quantities of alcohol. In other words, Systembolaget”

I know that it will seem ungrateful to be accusing my host country of being a nation of stingy alcoholics, and I'll be the first to admit that a few drinks can be a fantastic social lubricant. It's probably also a case of “it's not the Swedes, it's me,” but Swedish mating and dating rituals (and usually in that order) appear to be a very slow process that go nowhere (except the bedroom) fast.

In a nutshell, it goes something like this:

A) Meet at a mutual friend's party.

B) Get really, really drunk.

C) Make out. Sex is optional.

D) If you're lucky, you are sober enough to save the other person's telephone number in your mobile, AND to put it under the correct name.

E) Send a text message along the lines of "last night was nice. Shall we have a coffee sometime?"

F) Spend hours analyzing the various ways in which aforementioned text message could be misinterpreted. Get your friends involved.

G) Have a "fika." *(see below for an explanation of this uniquely Swedish institution)

*A "fika" is a Swedish word for an ambiguous meeting that may or may not be a date, or better explained as a non-date, or a date that is pretending-not-to-be-a-date.

It is also worth mentioning that one can also have a fika with a friend, colleague, family member, or neighbor. Hence the ambiguity of the whole affair.

During this "fika" Swedish non-date, things are a little stilted and awkward as both parties pretend that nothing happened last Saturday night, and politely and awkwardly ask questions about the other person, usually beginning with "Where do you live?," descending into a discussion about the difficulty and frustration of the Stockholm housing market, and complaining that you have had to move seven times in the course of six months.

Now, where were we...oh yes:

H) At the end of this date pretending not to be a date, give each other an awkward hug, or possibly a handshake, ended with the statement, "Vi hörs!" or "Hoppas vi ses snart!" ("I'll talk to you soon." or "Hope we see each other soon!")

I) Spend the entire next week pondering over who should make the next move. A WORD OF WARNING: It is not assumed here that the guy will take the lead. More likely, the opposite is expected. If the Swedish guy is brave enough open his mouth and say something at all during this date, he may feel that it is now the girl's turn to put herself out on a limb.

J) Spend many more hours analyzing your feeble attempts at text message"flirting," agonizing over whether you should or should not use the word "mysig" (cozy) or "trevlig" (nice), fearing the former may be too much, and the latter may not be enough. Once again, enlist the help of your friends.

K) Repeat Step A.

L) Repeat Step B.

M) Repeat Step C, all the while pretending it never happened the first time.

N) Sometime after several more renditions of Steps B and C, go out to dinner.

O) Since it's a little harder to pretend you are not on a real date in the formal atmosphere of a restaurant, drink massive amounts of the house wine.

P) At the end of dinner, closely examine the bill to make sure each person pays for his or her appropriate share, including the extra five kronor for dressing on the side.

Q) Get kicked out of your way-too-expensive second-hand rental contract because the person you were subletting from didn't take 10 study points and lost his/her contract for student housing.

R) Get drunk again, and commiserate on the horrors of the Stockholm housing market.

S) Move in together.

T) Go shopping at Ikea.

U) Take a romantic trip to the Canary Islands.

V) Move to the suburbs, buy a Volvo and start collecting “Vuxenpoäng” (see Stockholm Syndrome for more on the ‘adult points’ systems).

W) Have a child.

X) Name it Johan, Erik, Fredrik, or Henrik if it’s a boy or Sara, Anna, Lisa, or Emma if it’s a girl.

Y) Two months after you go back to work after having Johan/Erik/Fredrik/Henrik/Sara/Anna/Lisa/Emma, repeat Step W.

Z) Enjoy an additional 18 months of parental leave.

Å) Get married for your 20th wedding anniversary.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Piano transan


Fashion Week again, it's always the same, but so much fun. Everyone is crazier than normal, a lot crazier, in a good way... Everyone is happy and unexpected things always happen even if there is more or less always the same people at the same party's, the same party's at the same places with the same dj's. The fashion family are coming in to Paris from all over, Stockholm, New York, London, Antwerp and Milan.
So far this fashion week has included hanging out with my sunglasses designer friend David from Sweden, who I was suppose to take one drink with, of course we ended up going to dinner at Le Derrière, and then party at Andy Wahloo to end up in music producer Gordon Cyrus apartment in the 2nd...
Then on another night -the opening for Martini Bar Opéra where I was invited by cute little Benjamin Kazan who has Raspoutine. (I say little since he is younger than me) I was suppose to meet up with a Swedish friend who just came to town, then she calls me when Im already there and tells me her luggage is missing so she has no clothes, no shoes and no make up and cant come. I am "alone" for 15 minutes waiting to trade my drink tickets in the bar.  Then I suddenly hear a voice behind me saying "I bet Linda Romanazzi is gonna get her drink before everyone else" I turn around and see a guy I can't recognize at first and who I apparently know but don't remember I do... We talk for a while and he asks me what I'm gonna do later, I tell him I'm going to the Italian Embassy for a Peroni party and to talk to the ambassador who I think can be a distant relative. Then he starts to talk to me in Italian and it turns out his mother is Italian, I ask him if he wants to join since my Swedish friend just turned down.  He sais he wants to and we go there on his Vespa since the taxi situation on F Week in Paris is "don't even think about it"  The embassy is beautiful with a big terrace where the party is and a nice park, inside I meet some people I know and some Italians I don't know. The Magician is dj'ing. The Magician is a great dj and remixer, was crazy about his remix of Lykke Li's "I Follow Rivers" last fashion week... He is playing the great disco track "Fotonovela" by Adam Lee, I go up to him and tell him I love it, he smiles and say thanks.  I start to talk to a guy called Lorenzo who knows the ambassador and who tells me that he already went to bed, I am quite disappointed and are trying to find out when the next party is gonna be at the embassy so I can come back and talk to him then. Lorenzo tells me his grandfather used to be the ambassador here back in the days. We also meet Daniele and his girlfriend, Daniele is also Italian and the PR guy for a place called Trianon. There is a JC/DC/ Coca Cola party there later and we decide to go check it out. We arrive at  JC/DC pretty late and the danish dj Anders Trentemoller is in the middle of his set. It is absolutely fantastic. Trentemoller is god. Everybody expected him to dj some electronic stuff but he decided to do his thing this evening. After a long intro of strange sounds The Cramps "Human Fly" is exploding from the speakers and it is just MAGIC.  We stay and enjoy the rest of his set before Pedro Winter goes on, he is a good dj too, but not half as good at Trentemoller this evening. Afterwards we're going next door to the restaurant of the club which is closed, but Daniele invites us and a couple of other people in and we eat cheese and prosciutto and drink Prosecco to continue on the Italian line...Then we decide to go to David Lynch newly opened night club "Silencio" which is a bit the place everyone is talking about for the moment and where lots of designers such as Damir Doma and Kanye West are having their afterpartys during fashion week. Silencio is great, the dj is playing Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" and I feel I have to go up to him and tell him I totally love Stevie Nicks, so I do.  No one is on the dancefloor. Everyone is in a long golden corridor which goes between the bathrooms and the bar. They are all doing a strange dance that looks weird with their hands on the other side on the walls and if you want to pass by you have to go under their arms or step over them, we start to dance with them in the corridor, the atmosphere is freaky but fun, they are all dancing in the corridor the whole evening, don't ask me why...We are ordering drinks in the bar where I'm talking to two guys from New York who are photographers, we stay until very late and my friend is a gentlemen and takes me home on his vespa.  Next day me and my dear friend Karin goes to the Wrangler showroom cause we're invited to choose some free outfits. A very good friend, Carina is the PR manager for them in europe and she is there with Anne Laure which is another friend of mine and the marketing manager for France. The always so friendly and nice photographer Jean Picon is there taking pictures of us. I know Jean since maybe 2007 and he is always in a good mood, incredible. In the evening there is a cocktail for Swedish fashion/art mag Bon in my street where I live which is a bit funny. Never had so many Swedish friends in my street at the same time! Always nice to see Madelaine, Krister and Micke from Bon and three of my best girl friends Rebecka, Carina and Karin at the same time! Steven Rojas the New York dj from Tribeca Hotel is playing and then Swedish gay disco dj and producer Petter and "Piano transan" which means "The piano trannie" in Swedish is taking over,  it is so funny. Transan in wig, dress and high heels is playing piano, and singing very commercial hits and Petter puts on the disco version of the track after a while, wicked and a cool concept. My friend Karin came earlier and did the Piano trannies makeup after he told me he had no one to make him up, that was nice of her...:-)
The event is sponsored by Wrangler and everyone gets Diana F+ lomography cams=kool.
I get my second daily text from my friend" L". It reads:  "Hogan! I'm there now, its incredible, you have to come! then;  Terry Richardson, Westwood after party and Tommy Hilfiger! (with the addresses and hours to each party.)
L and I have a strange relation, we never ever hang out, or even talk to each other during the year, but two times a year on the first day of the fashion week we start to text each other like crazy about party information, what is on that night and where we are going, it is insane. L never miss one single party during fashion week and sends me textos with long lists of absolutely everything that's going on, he is a non stoppable party engine, always running, don't know how he can do it...We skip Hogan since it's already over and it's a bit late, we go for dinner instead and continue the night at Raspoutine where they are celebrating their 1 year anniversary.  It is packed with people, there are free vodka shots, everyone's  wearing russian party hats and the dj is great as usual. I meet a girl I know and she introduce me to her boyfriend who works for JP Morgan who talks about the markets with me for 30 minutes before I run in to my sweet friend Olof Erlandsson from Scandinavian Press Room. He invites us over to his table where he is with a big crowd and the dj plays Lucianos "Lady Luck" and I think I'm back in Ibiza...we dance like crazy all night long, so much fun. Tomorrow it starts all over again...
To be continued :-)


@ The Italian Embassy
The Martini Opéra Garnier party
Outside the Italian Embassy
Trentemoller and Pedro Winter @ JC/DC
Trentemoller for president!
Part of the golden corridor @ Silencio
Carina & Karin pâ Wranglers showroom
@ BON Mag cocktail
Beginning of the BON cocktail...
BON cocktail goodiebags
Antwerp cocktail somewhere in Paris 3#
Bruno Pieters (designer) Alex Sossah (Wad Mag) Carina Svensson (Wrangler)