tills vi ses igen, all kärlek,
h
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image n°1, 3 & 4 | for upcoming
marrakech intense -
fira s/s15 |
model : lina lindholm | hair & mua : jossi madsen
details in flatlay | sarong / shawl, bra / bikini top, bracelets,
belt & necklace are all from fira s/s15 | golden pineapple from beautiful
le kiosk peru card by favorite
underwearables | golden leaves tats by
flash tattoos | etc
image n°2 | i finally have the right glasses and it’s a whole new world
image n°5 |
no rest for the wicked coffee cup from
for good luck image n°6 & 7 | prints from the
fine art calendar we made for LW ’15 |
tassel from malene birger's brand
birger 1962 | etc image n°8 |
papuan bracelet / arm piece made from one single shell is from LW,
as are the smaller shell bracelet (upcoming : s/s15)
//
i'm there again, working so that the days & weeks lose their borders.
i sit too close to the screen and work, far too many hours at a stretch.
layer upon layer of knitted sweaters and i'm still freezing.
i drink cardamom coffee during breaks,
perched on top of an old radiator by the glass veranda,
until the back of my thighs almost burn.
i squint and fix my glance as far away as i can, on the still swaying,
winter naked trees.
inside me they are incredibly tall palm trees & the breeze is warm.
as i have my head full of jungle and burnt tones.
my eye full of the little muse, more beautiful than ever.
soon the s/s15 lookbook for swedish brand fira will be put together
turned into a little story called
marrakech intense,
inspired by a favourite scent of mine, - & of course,
by marrakech itself, where we shot for three intense days ..
the rest of the world, the one outside the inner jungle - is a room painted white,
it’s flowers that are suddenly brittle bones, in what feels like the blink of an eye.
it’s countless teacups in skewbald stacks and a few treasured things; awaiting a home.
quite restful it is, that, - having, again, stripped life of its decorations
and, as it turns out, not so necessary necessities.
the more the impressions. the more life itself holds.
it holds so much now, both the speed you can choose to dance around in, in a big city
and also all the feelings, small awakenings & great insights that love brings.
the love awake, - the one that has all its windows & doors open.
a treasure in my hand; also open. gratitude a chapter all to itself.
and so they proved to be unexpectedly right, those who read tarot cards or palms,
both the 'white witch' m met as a teenager,
- and the woman my mother asked about her daughters, many, many years ago.
whatever you believe in, or not, - it is a dizzying thought that,
that it was meant to be. that things are meant to be.
that love has been there all the time, all along somehow.
that all those little signs along the way; so easy to explain away, or even just explain,
give them make-sense as they may feel like make believe,
- that they instead turn out to be just that, that was just a spark of hope,
encapsulated deep inside somewhere,
wherever it is - in the heart? the soul? within the spine?
- that there is someone out there, made for you as an entire being.
turns out to be that life itself is wise, taking us on the journey we need before finding home.
that there even is a home. that the love exist, that suddenly explains everything
the only time you don’t have a single question.
until we meet again,
with love,
h