LINDA ROMANAZZI -THE LUXURY NOMAD, IS WRITING ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, MUSIC, TRAVEL AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN. Everything written in this blog is and should be considered as a work of art. The design, the expression and the author is a part of the artwork.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
STOCKHOLM - AND THE NEVERENDING NIGHTS...
On friday( the day after the Fireball and Riche party) I woke up at beautiful Sheraton Hotel in Stockholm. It was sunny and I took a walk in my 14cm platform heels from last night back to the south parts of the city.
That evening I was guest dj'ing with Gustav at East - an asian resto/bar in Stockholm. Not exactly our crowd, but, whatever. We had a really nice and delicious dinner there before and I met my funny friend Carolina and then we did our set which went well and drank champagne all night long...We stayed quite calm and skipped the afterparty's that night cause nothing extraordinary was actually happening.
On saturday I went for dinner with my friend Nanna at her boyfriend's restaurant "Halv grek + Turk at Jungfrugatan in Östermalm. It was a girls dinner so no boys were allowed. The food was absolutely delicious and me and Nanna had so many things to talk about cause it was a while since I saw her the last time. I was wearing my FW uniform: A black Acne dress in raw silk with long sleeves and so short it just covers my ass, black stockings and 14 cm's miu miu platforms in black velvet from their latest collection. Nanna wore something sexy as usual.
After the dinner we went for a drink at the new nice design hotel/bar "Nobis" at Norrmalmstorg (My friends Rebecka and Gustav dj'd for their opening.) After that we went to Berns where my friend Nanna is the new marketing manager.
We went up to the terasse where Nanna knew the dj's, we said hi and danced like crazy a long while and then we went down to the basement club and met up with some people and the bosses who got us lots of fireball shots and champagne. We stayed there until we got too drunk and then I took a taxi home.
When I stepped out from the cab in the middle of the night I thought it was a good idea to call someone I missed in Paris, and while I was talking to him I took the elevator up to the 4th floor where I stayed...
I stepped out of the elevator, with the door keys in one hand and my phone in the other, still talking when I suddenly drop my keys and they disappear into the darkness of the little gap between the elevator and the floor. I was fucked.
Gustav was away dj'ing in Gothenburgh and in my tipsy state of mind I was calling around anyone I could think of in my phonebook until I finally reached Nanna who was somewhere in the night and took a taxi to her flat and slept between her and her little jack russel son called Nils.
That evening I was guest dj'ing with Gustav at East - an asian resto/bar in Stockholm. Not exactly our crowd, but, whatever. We had a really nice and delicious dinner there before and I met my funny friend Carolina and then we did our set which went well and drank champagne all night long...We stayed quite calm and skipped the afterparty's that night cause nothing extraordinary was actually happening.
On saturday I went for dinner with my friend Nanna at her boyfriend's restaurant "Halv grek + Turk at Jungfrugatan in Östermalm. It was a girls dinner so no boys were allowed. The food was absolutely delicious and me and Nanna had so many things to talk about cause it was a while since I saw her the last time. I was wearing my FW uniform: A black Acne dress in raw silk with long sleeves and so short it just covers my ass, black stockings and 14 cm's miu miu platforms in black velvet from their latest collection. Nanna wore something sexy as usual.
After the dinner we went for a drink at the new nice design hotel/bar "Nobis" at Norrmalmstorg (My friends Rebecka and Gustav dj'd for their opening.) After that we went to Berns where my friend Nanna is the new marketing manager.
We went up to the terasse where Nanna knew the dj's, we said hi and danced like crazy a long while and then we went down to the basement club and met up with some people and the bosses who got us lots of fireball shots and champagne. We stayed there until we got too drunk and then I took a taxi home.
When I stepped out from the cab in the middle of the night I thought it was a good idea to call someone I missed in Paris, and while I was talking to him I took the elevator up to the 4th floor where I stayed...
I stepped out of the elevator, with the door keys in one hand and my phone in the other, still talking when I suddenly drop my keys and they disappear into the darkness of the little gap between the elevator and the floor. I was fucked.
Gustav was away dj'ing in Gothenburgh and in my tipsy state of mind I was calling around anyone I could think of in my phonebook until I finally reached Nanna who was somewhere in the night and took a taxi to her flat and slept between her and her little jack russel son called Nils.
STOCKHOLM MANNERS AND A GENTLEMEN DINNER....
It was sunny almost every day when I woke up in Stockholm. Sun, a blue sky, fresh clean crispy cold air and I was happy!
Reflections I made: In Stockholm everyone is drinking a superhealthy multivitamin drink you buy at the pharmacy called Mivi Total. (even my swedish friends in Paris drink this) You are supposed to get thicker hair, healthier skin, more energy and a better sexlife. So I went out and bought 1 liter of that stuff. Everyone in Stockholm is watching Mad Men, and in every bookshop, etc I visited you could buy season 1,2 and 3 of my favorite series.
In Stockholm people are snobbish, stuck up, anxiously trendy, earns shitloads of money and think they are too cool to recognize even their friends and people they know at partys. (Sometimes they pretend they didn't see you and do not come and say hi to you even that you have been in the same room for more than 15 minutes, which wouldn't happen in Paris.)
That is because Stockholm is too small. People get annoyed seeing the same people all the time they go out and get so tired of them they don't even bother saying hi. It also has to do with the total insecurity in themselves and lack of good manners- Totally unsexy if you ask me.
And they all have the same accessory also: A baby.
I swear there are not one couple my age in Stockholm who doesn't have this accessory or atleast are thinking of getting one in the near future. I got the question myself if I didn't want a baby soon. I was laughing and asked how you spelled to it.
I am in the middle of my life, busy with my life. I want to have fun, I want to go out, I want to connect and network -and at the same time I want to drink champange. Hmmm, wouldn't work with a b.a.b.y I guess.
Anyway, the first evening in Stockholm I went with Gustav to Vassa Eggen and a Fireball party my friend David hosted. Fireball is a new wiskey that taste like cinnamon. Quite good actually even if I normally hate wiskey. After burning our stomach's with shots of fireball and some champagne at "Vassa" we gathered a crowd and went to Riche where my friend Johan had a release party for his new record with his legendary 80's band "Lustans Lakejer"and where my friends Gustav and Luciano were dj'ing the whole night. Over there, before their gig we had a spontanious "herrmiddag". Which meens guys dinner and it was me and like 7 or 8 guys having dinner together, so much fun... We ordered in almost everything on the menu, such as swedish meatballs=köttbullar, toast skagen which is a swedish speciality, oysters, champagne and everything inbetween. I was listening to many funny and interesting 'guy stories' that happened on tours all over the world, (several of the guys around the table were musicians.) For example when some of the guys were on tour somewhere in the states and just got off the scene sweaty and exhausted after a gig and the singer wents to the changing room to take a long warm shower to freshen up and steps out and grabs the nearest towel and slowly starts to wipe his whole body with it and finish with carefully wiping of his wet face when the guitarist comes into the room and yells: - No, not that one! That's my wanktowel!!
Everyone is laughing, (me the most) Or the story of when the same guys are on tour in Germany and late one night after a gig are looking for some movies to rent in the local videostore. One of them would love to watch "Sopranos" and goes to the guy behind the desk and asks: Hello, do you have a dvd called "Sopranos"? While the videoguy who doesnt got the accent right get a wierd look in his face, lower his voice and sais with a german accent: "Yes, Super-Anus? -I have that, while the guy slips out a gay movie from one of the shelfs and show it to my friend. Stories like this followed the whole evening and I haven't laughed so much in a long time.
To be continued....
Reflections I made: In Stockholm everyone is drinking a superhealthy multivitamin drink you buy at the pharmacy called Mivi Total. (even my swedish friends in Paris drink this) You are supposed to get thicker hair, healthier skin, more energy and a better sexlife. So I went out and bought 1 liter of that stuff. Everyone in Stockholm is watching Mad Men, and in every bookshop, etc I visited you could buy season 1,2 and 3 of my favorite series.
In Stockholm people are snobbish, stuck up, anxiously trendy, earns shitloads of money and think they are too cool to recognize even their friends and people they know at partys. (Sometimes they pretend they didn't see you and do not come and say hi to you even that you have been in the same room for more than 15 minutes, which wouldn't happen in Paris.)
That is because Stockholm is too small. People get annoyed seeing the same people all the time they go out and get so tired of them they don't even bother saying hi. It also has to do with the total insecurity in themselves and lack of good manners- Totally unsexy if you ask me.
And they all have the same accessory also: A baby.
I swear there are not one couple my age in Stockholm who doesn't have this accessory or atleast are thinking of getting one in the near future. I got the question myself if I didn't want a baby soon. I was laughing and asked how you spelled to it.
I am in the middle of my life, busy with my life. I want to have fun, I want to go out, I want to connect and network -and at the same time I want to drink champange. Hmmm, wouldn't work with a b.a.b.y I guess.
Anyway, the first evening in Stockholm I went with Gustav to Vassa Eggen and a Fireball party my friend David hosted. Fireball is a new wiskey that taste like cinnamon. Quite good actually even if I normally hate wiskey. After burning our stomach's with shots of fireball and some champagne at "Vassa" we gathered a crowd and went to Riche where my friend Johan had a release party for his new record with his legendary 80's band "Lustans Lakejer"and where my friends Gustav and Luciano were dj'ing the whole night. Over there, before their gig we had a spontanious "herrmiddag". Which meens guys dinner and it was me and like 7 or 8 guys having dinner together, so much fun... We ordered in almost everything on the menu, such as swedish meatballs=köttbullar, toast skagen which is a swedish speciality, oysters, champagne and everything inbetween. I was listening to many funny and interesting 'guy stories' that happened on tours all over the world, (several of the guys around the table were musicians.) For example when some of the guys were on tour somewhere in the states and just got off the scene sweaty and exhausted after a gig and the singer wents to the changing room to take a long warm shower to freshen up and steps out and grabs the nearest towel and slowly starts to wipe his whole body with it and finish with carefully wiping of his wet face when the guitarist comes into the room and yells: - No, not that one! That's my wanktowel!!
Everyone is laughing, (me the most) Or the story of when the same guys are on tour in Germany and late one night after a gig are looking for some movies to rent in the local videostore. One of them would love to watch "Sopranos" and goes to the guy behind the desk and asks: Hello, do you have a dvd called "Sopranos"? While the videoguy who doesnt got the accent right get a wierd look in his face, lower his voice and sais with a german accent: "Yes, Super-Anus? -I have that, while the guy slips out a gay movie from one of the shelfs and show it to my friend. Stories like this followed the whole evening and I haven't laughed so much in a long time.
To be continued....
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