Archive for the ‘Wondering’ Category
I know, I just talked about how well-trained and nice the Norrona sales guy was (here). When I walked out of their shop in Stockholm, I actually liked the brand about 68% more than before. My closet is full of blacks, whites, browns, jeans and greys. At the sight of their colors I used to reach for my sunglasses.
However, their latest advertisement really made me blink. Are they serious? Read the rest of this entry »
Feminism is not outdated. Dressed people appear more confident. Johnny Depp looks younger without facial hair. I need to teach my daughter to choose her own clothes.
Stolen from Lady Dahmer
Sweden is where detective stories are made. Since the roaring success of Stieg Larssons Millennium trilogy even the last person on the planet has been confronted with the dangerous pleasures of the Swedish underworld and it sometimes seems like a Swedish name has become a quality- or at least sales promise for chief inspector so-and-so’s latest adventures.
Håkan Nesser is one of Sweden’s best-selling authors – producing detective stories of course.
Together with a couple of friends, he now starts and airline: RAUK AIR, to ensure they all get to their summer- writing- or family houses on the island of Gotland without the hassle of a car drive.
The swedish speaking community has already given this some attention and with the latest spread to the car industry, I think fruit-styling deserves a translation.
Selling your place requires serious styling in Stockholm. All apartments and houses are so white and light and fresh and modern, there is no chance you will get a good price when your house looks like your house. Read the rest of this entry »
Two fantastically nordic news alerts came in yesterday, very much qualified to illustrate this remote part of Europe. To start with I should provide those not familiar with the local conditions with some cornerstones: Norrland is Sweden’s most northern state. With an area of 261 292 km² it covers 59% of the countries’ surface but is home to only 12% of its population. Which in return means: very few people per square meter. A common joke is Read the rest of this entry »
When I was 13 I hated about everything with round corners. I did not want to practice the piano anymore, was generally embarrassed during Chorus – although I dearly loved it – , thought the kids who each had their own TV set were coolest and was convinced my mom purposely tortured us with whole-wheat pasta. Or that “milk from cows” in brown glass bottles with the disgusting greasy stuff on top. Read the rest of this entry »
I have now officially had the most remarkable hotel experience ever. Adam & Eve claims to be heaven on earth and the song they have on eternity loop in the lobby confirms that “you can never leave” either. Their concept is to take their guests to another world i.e. confuse them to the max and start with using mirrors instead of wallpaper. Read the rest of this entry »
When flipping through iphoto this morning, I stumbled over these two pictures. I remember taking them in the subway on my way to work. It was one of those mornings where I felt very much like a foreigner, not at all in harmony with my environment and I had a 700 meter long to-do-list in my bag. Read the rest of this entry »
I have been back home for a while now. Got back into my shoes, bought a subway ticket and ironed my shirts. With all wisdom collected during the past weeks, I did however not want to leave you unaware of the newest developments from the universe of salvation. Read the rest of this entry »
People talk about the arrival of plastics like about the beginning of a new era. The garbage era. Times in which tourist guides are ashamed of showing their villages to guests because they lead Flipflop-feet through piles of plastic bottles. Westerners driving by nod knowingly: it’s a developing country after all. At home… – at home we either burn or bury plastics, providing soil for some fine toxic tomatoes. In India, it is in our face – developing in which direction?
As it has become my habit, I question Marina about this. Read the rest of this entry »