Who is doing a hawaii party when it's snow outside? Apparently we are.
(photo from aftenposten.no)
The Madrugada concert last weekend was fantastic. The last concert ever, and it is definitly going down in history. I seriously had tears in my eyes during the whole thing and when they started on the intro to my favorite song Beautyproof, let's just say that that made my life.
If you still haven't heard any of their music, google them, listen and fall in love.
(Shoes form Balmain, Jimmy Choo and Charlotte Russe. Bags from Carla Mancini and Meli Melo)
Okey, so I get the whole thing with fringe bags. Fringe bags are cool. Fringe bags are pretty. Fringe bags are so rock and roll boho chick and I so badly want the perfect fringe bag. But fringe shoes? No. They look like they are taken out of a old Disney movie, badly modernized and put into the big city with no clue of what to do. They are ugly, the leather is absolutely doing no good, not to mention the fact that they are ruined with the single drop of rain and it can't possibly be any comfortable walking around with fringes hanging around you're legs. They must be in the way all the time. Fringe bags stay, fringe shoes, go away!
(...) Well, thats a lie. I always get along with Oslo. I simply adore the city with all that Oslo brings. Shops that we don't have at home, lots of unknown people, the tube, the parks and the street musicians that actually play well, quite opposite of the rumanian street musicians at home. The day has been spent doing. Oh, well, it's a long story. My friend Iselin and I got up at 04.15 to catch the buss and the plain and we hang out in Oslo for a while before we cached up with Iselin's boyfriend Mats. Then we went for lunch and met another friend, Synnøve. And then I went to meet up with the blogger Caroline, which btw was super-friendly and cute. Then Iselin, Mats and I went to the palace-garden to take some photos and now I'm sitting in my hotel bed, tiered as hell and feeling like I have been living tree days, when it has only been one. Lovely.
I've been looking for a hat for ages now, but somehow I just can't seem to find the perfect one. This one I found on the top of a self in the basement. I think it used to belonged to my great grandfather, and according to my dad it's quite expensive and unique, so I'm kinda afraid of using it. When I first found it, I thought it was all black, but aprently it's green. The stretch for the perfect hat continues. Stay toon.
I just found a box full of old cd mix tapes full of music I used to love back when I was fifteen and sixteen. A lot of teenage punk, punk pop, pop and Norwegian rock bands. I remember how I used to love to mix the perfect cd, give it a name and draw the cover. The fun thing is that I still remembers all the lyrics! I also learned one thing today. Never try to do you're nailpolish late at night, with bad lightening and when you're put of nailpolish remover. The result turned out, ehh, pretty bad.
(pic from asos.com)
November is finally here, and outside it's frizzing. Or, in Norway it is at least. It's time to drag out those hip knits from the back of you're closet or go shopping for new ones. I love these from asos, too bad I'm saving money for my Oslo trip next weekend. When it comes to knit sweaters I like them plain boyfriend big paired with a pair of jeans, a suit jacket and a pair of boots. I'm so not getting the flue this year!
The senior-year-kick of halloween party last night was so much fun! Drunk kinds dressed up in all kind of weird costumes. It simply can't be any better. Considering the fact that for the last 48 hours I'd spent two hours at home, I'm now officially dead. Good Night people! I'm now spending the next 12 hours in dreamland.