Today is my twenty-second birthday. It’s snowing and I’ve been given a bouquet of white tulips. Soon there’ll be a table full of my favorite pastries and I’m feeling rather lo...
I. Minus twelve and the trees were still. II. Looking at a typewriter unable to write. III. Being with you.
Small things that make me happy right now - I’ve bought pink tulips and plane tickets to Berlin. The array of fifties dresses currently being stored in my closet. Listening to classical music a...
I wish it could magically become spring, overnight, immediately.
I have taken more photographs during this year than ever before. Looking at them makes me feel very pleased in an almost silly way. My archive of photography tells me that I have been depressed and h...
Merry christmas my dear readers and visitors. I have really appreciated receiving your comments and letters this year, like the one before and all of the five (!) ones that have passed since I first ...
Last night I baked my favorite small cakes, topped with raspberry jam, and placed them in vintage boxes – perfect for sweet things. Today I’m giving them away as christmas gifts to some o...
Allt ser litet och stilla ut. Med vit snö som lyser, blank is, en stor tyst skog omkring mig. (the first snow fell on saturday)
“But I am good at heart, really.” “Of course. I know that, but not everybody does.”
Something resembling me through a mirror and a lens. All those shields.
Med Tove Jansson. -Men vem ska trösta knyttet med att säga ungefär: på natten blir det hemska mycket värre än det är. (A children’s book that makes me dream, and long for small adventures).
I’ll be - Going ice-skating Buying books that have made me dream Listening to Chet Baker Sings often Wearing my softest nineteen-fifties cardigan And the pale yellow dress below Admiring everyt...
And my memories are light and soft and silent as they should be.
Three songs I’m listening to today, tomorrow and nearly always – A kiss to build a dream on – Louis Armstrong Dreaming – Blondie Etude for piano no. 21, Op 5,9 – Frédéri...
Reading quotes by monsieur. Nabokov: ‘and the rest is rust and stardust.‘ (Photographs from Estonia and Finland) My grandmother’s childhood cat running out of the frame makes me lau...
Across the sea, eating figs while wearing the softest fifties dress. (All these items I have kept to myself, as it no longer feels immediately of importance to share new purchases or even new thought...
I have dreamt about you, and forgotten everything.
From an afternoon spent along the channel. As distant as days - My imagination pulls me into the night always. I want to be everywhere.
First of October - I. Dots and stripes for breakfast. II. A glimpse of roses from my first roll of film ever. III. Reading this poem by Brautigan a lot and smiling at it. IV. My lapel before I stuck ...
Last weekend looked something like this. Through small forests and old streets, listening to wild birds singing.
My sailor jacket. I think I’ll be living in it this autumn.
Friday afternoon - Autumn looked beautiful and my sailor jacket arrived all perfect.
“Stängda ögonlock, allting tynar bort. Jag tänker på kärlek och hortensior.” “En sommardag, växter blommar. Ett vaket sinne inuti en livlös kropp. Storebror och jag går över gatan t...
Some of my favorite things. These books I’ve been reading, my beloved little bag from Palmgrens and an old photograph.
Still here, a pocket full of letters; maybe love, too. (And perhaps from tonight I shall be writing these correspondence cards, or what they are, pretending to be sending them into the dark, to the s...
Oh – nothing.
Earlier today: framed one of my analogue photographs mostly for fun. Then went out in my pale pink summer dress despite being ill and it only made me feel worse. Staying in tonight listening to silly...
Self-portraits from a rainy saturday.
From this morning when we had breakfast on the balcony. Coffee with milk surrounded by thick trees. Listening to pretty musical notes – made me smile quite a lot. Every breakfast should be some...
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