Glam girl

Here are some of the pictures for Rabat Mag. I'm really happy with the outcome I must say!!

Flashback of the day

Broder Daniel. Teenage anxiety and dark swedish winters. Cigarettes at damp parking lots. Fucking Åmål. Rumours, HB, and broken hearts. This music just brings me back to the time I was about 14. And everything was so sad, full of self-pity and sacrifice. Feeling like shit was a fulltime job. It wasn't the best time in ones life, the self-confidence was a smudge on the ground, looking for people to identify with, looking for acceptance. Looking for love. Growing up in a city where young kids had nothing to do and it was always raining. It still is. But it thinking back at it, it all kind of feels a bit romantic.
I still love BD, It's such heartful music. And well I guess that the emo-kids still listen to this band.
Broder Daniel -  No time for us, acustic (beautiful song)
Fucking Åmål by Lukas Moodyson. Was what we watched over and over again. To become more like the characters. I always wanted to be Elin, she was the cool one. But  I felt more like Agnes. The misfit and dork.
Lukas really captured the spirit of our teenage-times, and how teenagers interacted. And probably still do.

My weekend

Hey guys. It's been a while..Iv'e been really busy lately, working like crazy and this weekend has been my little rehab. It's been absolutely awesome. All from amazing fireworks in the cita-park to a Boban Markovic concert which was one of the best concerts I've been to. He really made the whole audiance move with the balkan-beat. Here are some pics from this weekend..


This market is the best market ever. It's placed on the infamous la Rambla. They have everything, really. All kinds of fruits, veggies, meat. Everything fresh and really cheap, neatly displayed in colorful patterns. Me and my friend just went off and bought tons of fresh fruits. Strawberries, raspberries all for €1. You could never get that in Sweden. What a luxury!

mmm, this was what came home with us, fresh potato, avocado, strawberries. etc.

Song of the day

A classic- teenage kicks with the Undertones, goes down perfectly with my Vodka/Cranberry

China girl

New beauties from Bershka.

Rosa Negra

There is this place on via Latitana called Rosa Negra. They serve nice drinks and good burritos. The place itself is really cosy and kitchy. A few nights ago we were there eating Quesedillas and drinking raspberry-mojitos. Ajajajaj caramba! Check it out if you're ever in the hood. They have happy hour till 9 every day, then you'll get a drink for only 3.50.


"The acorn in Peter pan, was given by Peter to Wendy as a "kiss". This acorn saved her life by preventing an arrow to pierce her heart."
This golden acorn was given to me by my man.

En kärlekshistoria

There are some things swedes are prominent in. And one of these things is making hell of a movie. I just saw this one the other day. And it made it on my personal top-10-list. I think it's genius.
The movie is from 1970, directed by Roy Andersson. It's simply about a love couple in their early teens. The scenery, details and carefully chosen dialogue just makes it a masterpiece.

Shoe collector

Well like a lot of girls I have a thing for shoes. And since I'm a bit out of things to do. (Except clean the apt and wait for my friend to arrive from Sweden.) I'll show you my three favorite heels.

1. Chloé, I bought them in Beirut and they are my best friends, totally worn out and the most comfi heels you'll find.
2. Marc Jacobs, Not so comfi, (4 hours max in them) but nice to look at.
3. Zara, high high, smackpangboom!



A love story

Picture from "En kärlekshistoria" by Roy Andersson
"You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs—the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate—the deadly little demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power."
- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita


Yesterday we went to see the show of Gori de Palma. It was held in this old nightclub called Apolo.
Waiting and waiting for the show to start...
Mr Gori himself...
After we went to Betty Ford, which is one of the best bars in Barca.
Well after this things kinda got out of hand...

Morning Glory

Good Morning. This is about the time I rise from my uneasy sleep. Tim Buckleys soft voice is singing to me. Its a beautiful sunny day. And I have no obligments today. Not a single one. Wonderful!

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