Through the fog, through the rain, through the mud.

Leather jacket - Object // Poncho - Thrifted // Dog - Chihuahua // Pencil skirt - Object // Rings - Tom Wood // Lipstick - IsaDora (54 - Plummy Plum) // Shoes - Bianco  

The sun has set. Maybe for the whole season. Who knows. I'm wandering through drowning parks in one of my favorite knitted cardigans and brand new rain boots. Breathing icy air through my overly sensitive nose drills underneath my broken, black umbrella. Watching streams turn into tiny, mute glaciers filled with rotten earth and human waste. Stopping by that familiar tree just to look at the colors of its leaves. From pale yellow to oxblood and muddy brown. I'm watching nature's striptease unfold right before my eyes, on seasonal repeat. Ending up on an empty street surrounded by heavy, gray fog. Epileptic light is streaming out of barely lit windows, from every TV, from every home. An ear deafening silence. It's just another crippling autumn. I must resist the urge to hibernate. I'm not strong enough. I know I'm not. The fog, the rain, the mud, the snow. It's too much. It's just too fucking much.

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

Dress - Mette Møller // Rings - Tom Wood // Lipstick - Sephora Rouge (Bewitch me) // Shoes - ASOS

I think this is a great example of Norwegian design at its best. Classic and warm - with modern and personal twists. I found this piece when I was invited to the studio of Mette Møller at the beginning of summer. I couldn't help myself, I had to buy it. It's a warm statement piece that I don't think I can survive without. And it's really, really pretty!

Quote by Lorenz Hart

Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.

Jacket and blouse - Gina Tricot // Skirt - Redesigned by me // Rings - Tom Wood // Shoes - Jeffrey Campbell

It's kind of amazing how the temperature can go from 18 to 0 degrees Celsius in a matter of minutes. What's even more amazing is how we as Scandinavians have to prepare for all kinds of weather before leaving home. I usually bring extra clothes, which is something I've been doing all my life - but it's the most annoying of necessities! It's just one of those things that make it difficult to dress how I want, when I want. And I personally have to plan two-in-one outfits just to be able to go outside during the fall, winter and early spring months. That's a lot of planning. What I would do with this particular outfit, is bring thick stockings and a basic black maxi skirt. It won't make my bag explode and isn't super heavy, and will make waiting for the bus a much better experience. Not to mention the walk home. Is anyone else having the same problem, or is it just me?

Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A modern bohemian type thing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo: Ann-Helén Moen Nannestad © // Model: Barbro Andersen // Makeup: Ida Aida Almås // AD/styling: Camilla Sandum (PLNTY.no)

If you aren't connected to me via Facebook, you might not have seen the result from this photo shoot I did with PLNTY.no. It was a very challenging day for me, so I can honestly say that I'm super proud to have been a part of it. What do you think? I really like how vivid the pictures are - especially after Ann-Helén did her thing; and I think the styling is quite beautiful and just perfectly whimsical!

And I really don't know what it is about me and cats on shoots, but they just keep turning up everywhere. But, hey; as long as the pictures turn out awesome and I get to cuddle fluffy strangers - I'm not complaining!

Quote: Frances Bean Cobain

Never let anyone dull your sparkle!

Sequin jacket - Gina Tricot // T-shirt - Levis // Necklace - BLK&Noir // Skirt - Gina Tricot 
// Rings - Tom Wood // Shoes - Nelly

Everyday sparkle is underestimated! I have/had a habit of saving particular items for special occasions only, and I bet I'm not the only one doing it. Why not make today that special occasion - by wearing your unique items? I, for instance, love this particular juxtaposition. And old, washed out Levis t-shirt and a sweat-pants type skirt combined with my new sequin jacket. It's unexpected and fun! It doesn't have to be complicated. A little bit of sparkle never hurt anyone!

There will be day, there will be night, the world will turn, there will be light.

Cardigan - Gina Tricot // Blouse - thrifted // Trousers - Gina Tricot // Necklace - Xevana // 
Rings - Tom Wood // Shoes - Monki

I'm completely addicted to the song I linked to in my Icelandic post, by Ask Embla. I only realized it was an Icelandic-Norwegian collaboration after I got back from Iceland, which was kind of funny. I've been listening to it none stop since I got back. It just kind of sums up the whole experience for me. The lyrics, the tone and the whole melodic interpretation of it all just fits. I might be a bit weird that way. When I find a song like that, I just get so consumed by it; I kind of stop living for a while. I just listen and take it all in. It has a beautiful sadness to it.

I couldn't find the lyrics to it anywhere online, so I just listened and wrote it all down here.

There will be day, there will be night, the world will turn, there will be light. Because the sun, will never care, for all of us, it's only us. There will be time, and time will pass, it only pain, that makes it last. Because the time, has none to fear, like all of us, it's only us. Einn x 4 [One]. And when my light, has found her rest. I'll know that I, I have been blessed. I was a part, I'll still belong, to all of us, to all of us. Einn x 4 [One]. We hold our breath, and try to keep, an open mind, to numb the grief. And we are strong, but I am weak. Outside the ice, outside of us. Einn x 4 [One].

- Einn by Ask Embla.

Kemst þó hægt fari

 

Autumn swept ruthlessly across, and in between, the dormant volcanoes on the mythical island of Iceland, leaving nothing but five sets of wet footprints in the mud behind us. It was magical. Imagine your breath being taken away from you for a whole week. Ripped out of your throat. Beauty on repeat. Exhausting. Thrilling. The roaring, volcanic mountains and the nothingness of the flatlands. Water so clear you could count the coins people had thrown in it wishing for love and happiness and wealth. You could almost see their desperate fingerprints on the silvery metal. I've never experienced alluring rain storms like that or felt such clean rain hit my face. How could I possibly explain it? And as the thousands of rives twirled and swirled their way across extreme contrasts, much like these veins of ours, I couldn't help but feel smaller than ever before. And in a weird way it felt like home. Cold. Wet. Contradicting. Perfectly imperfect. I must go back.

See more of my pictures on Pinterest!  And while you're there, please listen to Ask Embla – Einn

Quote: Íslands, Landsbókasafn (1980). Translation: Kemst þó hægt fari - You will reach your destination even though you travel slowly.