We love working on the first edition of Jack Magazine, but gad, sometimes you just want to dig yourself a hole in the ground and stay there.
I should name this blog the "photoboot blog known only as lol". Really, I should. So yeah, now I am sitting here, by myself, listening to THIS playlist, drinking Jack Daniels and smoking out the window. This city is empty. I have the writing block, and as a journalist working on your firs magazine, that sucks. Bigtime. You know those days which starts out good, turns band, and then hopefully turns good again? Well, this is one of those days. Hopefully it will turn out great. I`m going out! See yah.
It´s friday, it´s easter, I have four new books and M83 is playing on the stereo. This is going to be a good weekend. The amazing Funkin Matt is playing at my favorite club here in Trondheim tomorrow - too bad all of my friends has gone home for the holidays. I on the other hand, is stuck in the city working. I love it though, so I should not complain.
In Berlin, we found this amazing place called "White Trash". A tattoo-studio, live stage, restaurant and nightclub divided over four floors. The DJ was playing tunes rights out of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and the beer was cheep. This is the place where cute english boys with curly hair comes up to you and asks if you want to "see his magic place". In other words, a nightclub after my taste.
Schönhauser Allee 6/7, 10119 Berlin
I finally arrived home in Trondheim this afternoon, after spending a week with Jack Magazine work in Oslo. Or, I would not say "finally". Every time I visit Oslo it makes me wonder what the hell the 18-year-old me was thinking when I decided to move to Trondheim. On the other hand, this city has treated me pretty well the last two years, but now I am ready for bigger cities, more people and hopefully: cheaper alcohol and a milder climate.
I just got aceptet on the Magazine And Feature Writing course at Southampton Solent University! In other words, I am going to live in England next fall!
One day, I want to live in an apartment like this in Paris, New York or Stockholm. Preferably, there will be a hammock, lots of books, three meters under the ceiling and window-sills wide enough to sit in there. A big plus would be to wake up next to a husband with brown curly hair. He will work as a photographer/designer/something creative, and we will spend our days in the sun, drinking wine, holding hands, talking about everything and nothing and skating around. I am the worlds biggest pathetic cliché, but still I get butterflies daydreaming about how life maybe one day will be like.
Btw, Roskilde have finally dropped the bands for this years festival. A little bit satisfied, a little bit disappointed. Oh well, festivals never disappoint. We will have the times of out lives no matter what.
Today, I am listening to this, and dreaming about summer. I want to cruse down the street on my skateboard, feel the freedom and the sun on my skin. Winter, you can let go now.
The other day I came upon this amazing band, with an even more amazing name. The Gin And Tonic Youth. Find them on Spotify here.
After being obsessed with the thought of a mens coat for spring for, well, two days, I craved in and went to H&M just to "have a look". There I found this beauty. I wanted to have a look in some vintage stores before closing the deal, but when the pricetag said 150 NOK, I cud not resist. Hello and goodbye money I don`t have!