Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I feel bad about Nora Ephron

I really felt like I took a blow to my stomach this morning, when I read that Nora Ephron has passed away. I can't tell you how may nights I've spent in the company of this woman, watching her romantic comedies over and over again, except of course, it wasn't until sometime in my 20s that I realized she was the mastermind behind all of them.

It was her quirky and clever dialogue that taught me to speak English and it was she who provided me with a steady feed of scenes and images from New York that probably made me dream of that city in the first place.

Mrs. Ephron, wherever you are, I hope they serve pie.


Johan and I spent our weekend at his dad's lovely summer house an hour and a half's drive from Copenhagen. It sits right on the beach and yet it feels unmistakably like you've made it deep into the countryside as it's surrounded by lush fields and forests.

As I get older, I'm surprised how excited I get with nature. Like, positively giddy. I keep commenting on all the green. "Look" I say again and again. "Will you look at all that green".

Monday, June 25, 2012

red toes

I got a pair of $10 flats on sale at Urban Outfitters this winter, thinking that a bland pair of shoes might come in handy sooner or later. Turns out they haven't and so I decided to DIY 'em up a little - and I do mean 'a little' as I've been down with a cold this past week and can't deal with anything remotely challenging.

I used such sophisticated tools as red shoe polish and masking tape and voila, a color-blocked/dipped (are you gagging yet?) pair of flats saw the light of day. Now, if I'll ever use them remains to be seen. But I had fun doing it. Kind of.

Sunday, June 17, 2012


Yesterday I was telling friends - and fellow Tokyo aficionados - about a ramen dinner Johan and I had at a quirky little place in Shinjuku, and figured that would be a perfectly bloggable Sunday story.

The restaurant (also a part of the chain Nagi) could only seat a total of 10 people at its counter and in order to secure a seat you had to ascend the steepest and narrowest of staircases to the second floor, place your order (using those godforsaken meal ticket automats), go down to the street again and wait for the chef to call your turn through this really low-fi tubing system (which you can see in the 2nd picture). It was wildly popular, so a neat little crowd of people were lining up during the 10 minutes we waited.

Oy, I'm really feeling the travel bug reminiscing that trip. Can't wait for summer vacation to start:O)


Sunday, June 10, 2012

y r so tight...

Once, what seems like a gazillion years ago, I was working at an event where James Murphy was hired to D.J. At one point I summoned the courage to walk up to him and ask him for an autograph for my roomie Gabriel. He was real sweet and so when I asked him politely "Could you add "because you're so tight"?", he did.

Gabriel e-mailed me this ages ago, and I've been meaning to blog it ever since - except it keeps slipping out of site in my inbox, and so I'm not reminded of its existence until I clean it up every once in a while.

Saturday, June 9, 2012


Johan and I watched Shame recently, and yesterday over lunch, he suddenly covered his face and said: "Quick, what color are my eyes?", thus referencing a scene in the movie where the womanizing protagonist is able to take note of the eye color of a lady he has barely spoken to.

I, on the other hand, was clueless, so I tried to envision Johan's face and settled on brown. Or actually, it was more like a hesitate "urm...brown?"

Turned out his eyes are blue. Like, no questions blue. Not even a gradation of something remotely brown or other color-ish.


Minus eggs, anchovies and celery. Although it seems debatable whether or not the latter is a quintessential part of it.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

must. print. out. these. at. work. when. no. one. is. watching.

Squeeee! Are you watching Girls? Are you as obsessed as I am?

If so, are you as psyched as me about the idea of printing out these paper dolls on cardboard paper (from Vulture) and playing dress up with them all evening?

Just so you know, I put them in the order I like best, my preferred character and current hero at the very top:O)

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

quotidian identity crisis?

For as long as I can remember, I've disliked leaving my house for school, and later, for work. It's not like I ever cut classes (ok, maybe once or twice) or wound up calling in sick when I was wasn't - and once I've arrived at my destination, I really feel fine. But the whole process of getting ready, packing my stuff and locking the door behind me makes me uneasy. A friend of mine feels the same way and has labelled it "the transition process" - as in, we deal badly with transition processes.

Sometimes I suspect I deal badly because I feel too comfortable at home or that I kind of just function better when I'm surrounded by all my knick knacks. It's like, some people need 5 cigarette breaks. I need a 10-minute mid-day break to bake brownies.

with iPad

My grandparents recently got an iPad and I kind of dig that they went with a cover guised as an old book.

On another note, doesn't my grandmother look killer in deep purple? I think so:O)


On Sunday, my grandmother cooked up the most delicious lunch of Swedish treats. Wasa with cheese, meatballs with lingonberry jam, a Västerbotten cheese pie and berries with cream for dessert.

Yum, is all I can say.

After that it was off to a birthday fika at my cousin's, where I was so busy stuffing my face with scones and cake I plain forgot to take pictures.

Monday, June 4, 2012

my mamma-san in her brand spanking new Fiat

I've been a bit lazy with the camera on this trip, and this was the only photo I got around to taking of my mom. Good thing she looks cute in it;O)


Johan and I went to Sweden this weekend to visit family. As you can tell, it was all kinds of gorgeous greens and greys.