Tomorrow I'm moving in to my new shared workspace in the eastern part of Copenhagen (Østerbro). It's really tiny but I'm looking forward to have a place outside my (also tiny) home where I can work with all the fun projects coming up this spring.
When I grow up I'll have a place like this one below. It used to belong to italian architect Achille Castiglioni and is actually a museum you can visit if you are ever in Milan. In the words of one of my favourite fictional characters: "Isn't it dreamy...?"
Things were a mess for quite a long time. I never imagined the road back to normal would be so bumpy and long. This blog, used to be home for a lot of good ideas and my own little corner of the great wide web. I kind of miss that. Blogging was so unpretentious and relaxed and fun and inspiring. I miss that too!
I decided quite some time ago that I was going to quit blogging for the magazine because staying to long in the same place always kills my creativity. Finally I got around writing that e-mail saying I wanted to quit. So now I'm here.
I will use this space to share whatever happens to be on my mind or in front of my eyes.
It won't be like before, because there is no such thing as a constant. Everything is moving. Always.
This is an image of an artwork by artist Ayan Farah. A projection of light that resembles the sun shining through two windows. I saw something similar to this at Malmö Konsthall once. There is always a possibility to create a little sunshine where there is none.
Hey you all!!
I'm here... Or, well, not quite here but over at Elle Interiör things has started moving again. Come visit my blog over there! It's in swedish, at least for now, but there is this nice little google translate button you can click at the bottom ;-) I miss you!
I'm posting to let you know that I'm ok and to say thank you for your support and your kind words. The last months has been a struggle in many ways but I'm happy to say I'm more or less through now. I haven't decided what will happen to this blog yet, but what I can say is that my focus in life has kind of shifted. So this blog will rest a little more while I'm catching breath.
Dear readers, friends and followers. I feel it's time I share this with you. I usually don't post things that are this personal since this is more a "blog-of-nice-stuff" than it is a blog about me.
The thing is, that for the second time in my life, the evil little bastard called cancer moved in to my body. I'm furious, frustrated and very sad. I thought I had done my round but suddenly he is back. Not as ugly as last time perhaps, but ugly enough
The good news are that it was detected at a very early stage and the doctors tell me that all the evil stuff was removed with the surgery I had. I will be undergoing chemo therapy for the months to come though, to make sure that awful son-of-a-bitch doesn't move back in. Therefore, this blog will be silent for a while.
Meanwhile I will be spending time with the ones I love and find ways to cure both body and soul.
I thank you all for stopping by and I hope to be back soon!
When life is tough, people you've known for most (or all!) of your life strangely disappears. At the same time, people you've never met before turns up from nowhere to give you strenght and help you out.
Today we had a really awful day. Suddenly the doorbell rang and outside our doorwas this wonderful person with three books he wanted to give to my husband. Just to cheer him up. We've never met before.
Sometimes life hits you in the face big time. So today, when I have no words, I borrow from Isak Dinesen aka Karen Blixen. I won't be posting for a while, but I'll be back. I just need to be close to my salt water for a while. Love to all of you.
Sometimes when you have friends staying at your place you rediscover your own city and remember why you love it so much. Thank you Hanna, Robert and little Lee for two amazing days!
We woke up after the Nørrebro Distortion festival night and discovered a guy sleeping on the roof of the building facing our appartment. He kept rolling closer and closer to the edge (you can see his arm like a little bump on the bottom pic) and us shouting and whisteling was no way near enough to wake him. We ended up calling the police who came and woke the tired man up. I hope he didn't get into touble because of us, but it was just too scary to watch and not do anything.