Searching for their lives.

photo: Rasmus Mogensen

Laundry day.

At home my washer is running continuous today. No clothes left after a weekend in the mountains and being sick all last week means no clean clothes. So I'm wearing my most shabby looking jeans with a striped sweater and my old converse. I'm so busy these days I'm hardly home. Yesterday was probably my first "hanging out in the appartment" day in a long time. Magnus hung out wiht me. We saw two movies, Les Triplettes de Belleville and the Orange Girl (finally!). I'm definetly, somehow, going to get my orange girl story. One day. Somehow.


Here is my mountain outfit. My dad's "lusekofte" with a belt and jeans. The shoes ruin it, but I was in the mountain chasing sheep, you can't wear fine shoes for that.

photos from my trip this weekend.

More Tim Walker.

Seems Tim Walker has been working a lot lately. This new series of his though, for Vogue UK, is probably my alltime favourite though! Found on Fashion Gone Rogue.















I know, a lot of pictures. But they're so beautiful!

Never been this tired.

Late for work, couldn't wake up. So tired now I can hardly keep my eyes up. Drinking coke and eating short bread. But leaving for the mountains today, so happy and relaxed to a certain degree. I can sleep all the way up there.

photo: Sean Flanigan

Alla kallar mig for discotjei.

Veronica Maggio is coming to Oslo, on the 24th of October! I am, of course, going to see her. Seeing as she's the cutest ever, and I really enjoy her music. Favourite song is probably Stop and I staden vaxer ingen blommor.

In other news, the dress I ordered from Topshop about three weeks ago has finally arrived. I'm picking it up in a couple of minutes, before heading back to Oslo after visiting my mom and dad. Spent the day working, and went walking in the woods looking for mushrooms. I found loads. So christmas dinner sauce is secured.

photo: Alexander Fyrdahl

Sun through my window

I had the craziest dreams last night, mostly because of my fever I think. But I did sleep from 11PM untill 9AM, as well as from 4PM till 8PM yesterdy. So hopefully I've caught up on that, and maybe now my stress level will go down. My dad is coming to pick me up tonight and take me home, so I can relax a bit more. Should be nice.

Waiting, I'll sit here with my blankets reading, eating ice cream and working on translating my works new website.

photo: Camilla Åkrans

My lungs hurt.

Sick again, pnemonia going on I think. It hurts. But things are good.






A new thing called "Klubb Tversover" just started, kicking off this thursday. It's kind of like Get Dancey, only with more Electro pop. I really hope I'm well enough to go dancing.


photo: Sølve Sundsbø, Tim Walker, Camilla Åkrans

The answer is never.

Trees do not die from age. They can, unlimited, divide and re-new their cells. At the same time as the three grows higher, the tree trunk grows in thickness so that it can hold itself up. You're not even able to carry this old suitcase, nor get it with you onboard the train leaving for Hamburg soon. You breathe heavily and your back hurts from lifting. In a few years you'll be gone.

photo: Peter Gehrke
text: Kim Hiorthøy

I am a biker.

Yesterday I went home to visit my family. Dad drove me to the office in town afterwards, so I could get my bike. Then I biked up to Magnus to get some film he developed for me. There was some really old stuff on some of the films. It was nice.

Then I biked home. So it turned out to be quite a ride, again. Legs of steel is all I'm saying!






New Craig McDean pictures, found on Fashion Gone Rogue. There was also news on there about the new Muse magazine (fall 2009) which is dedicated to Natasha Poly. It will have contributions from Craig McDean, Terry Richardson and Sølve Sundsbø! Can hardly wait.

In completly other news, Burberry Prorsum's new high heels just arrived the online luxury fashion retailer Net-A-Porter. They are probably the nicest shoes I've seen in my life.

photos: Craig McDean

I would trade my soul for gold.

Yesterday I went up to visit Peter, he broke his knee, and to get his bike. Seeing as he won't be able to touch it for a while. So then I biked 5 km home! My ass hurts today, but it was really nice. Going to ride it everywhere I go from now on.

More Kim Hiorthøy
"You're also alone, Jakob said. Irene was sitting across from him knitting. But I'm with you, she said. It might seem that way, said Jakob, but really you're alone. Irene put the knittings down in her lap. How? She said. Come on, you of all people know what I mean, said Jakob. That we're all alone inside of ourselves et cetera. It's something everyone knows. Irene looked at him. But I don't want to be alone, she said. I want to be with you. Jakob got up. Yeah, I don't know, there's nothing I can do about it, he said. Do you want to take a bath? We could do it together, I can scrub your back. Irene looked down. I don't want to be alone, she said again"



text: kim hiorthøy
photo: Sarah McColgan

Kim Hiorthøy, translated.

Kim Hiorthøy, one of my favourite authors/musicans/artists has written an amazing book called "Du kan ikke svikte din beste venn og bli god til å synge samtidig". Or translated: "You can't betray your bestfriend and become a good singer at the same time". It's a beautiful book. Here is one of the short stories, translated from Norwegian.

"I have to leave now, she said. No, wait! I said and ran to get the balloons. Look! I can do this as well! I almost sang while I threw them up in the air and caught them again with nice, swooshing movements. That's not enough, she said. Yes, yes! It is enough! I said and threw an especially nice, yellow one in front of her eyes. But she wouldn't listen. Before, when I didn't have any of this, it seemed exciting, she said. But when it fills up your whole day it's just tiresome. She walked to the door and opened it. You have to want it even more! I yelled and let go of a balloon so it flew up into the air. She shook her head and closed the door. I grabbed the trompet and ran out on the veranda. This was my final chance."



Text: Kim Hiorthøy
Photo: James Mascari

With every fatal crush.

I'm home, sick and empty. Waiting for it to rain so it can wash away everything.

photo: Tung Walsh