Looking back… and forward

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Now, facing one and a half months of exams, it suddenly struck me that I’ve never been as calm, cool and collected before despite the fact that I’m way behind the syllabus. Another self-proclamation here: Queen of procrastination. Yet I’m totally embracing this state of mind as I finally have a few days to catch up on reading at my own pace.

Just finished my first, and somewhat unplanned, semester of school. I’ve never undergone such an intense semester before and I think it’s the ideal warm-up for university down the road. In retrospect, I didn’t really study that much on my own. All the lessons, study groups and traveling back and forth to school were quite time-consuming, so in the end I didn’t really have the time or energy for the labor-intensive workload of mine. So… I probably have to retake some of the exams, but whatever, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Most importantly, this semester got me thinking of how I want my next semesters to be like: I’ll be opting for quality over quantity. As with anything else in life, it takes a bit of trial and error to get things adjusted accordingly. I’m still young, and I just realized that I ought to stop comparing myself to my peers, who are finishing their bachelors next year, if I want to be one step closer to my goals – even though it sometimes feels as if I’m moving backwards, not forwards. Sure, it will take a few years till I’ve attained the score I need for med school or clinical nutrition, but if I take things slowly I’ll get there faster. As cliché as it sounds, I still have my entire life before me and this is only the beginning. So I’m not rushing into anything. And one’s age isn’t an indication of success. Cutting down on the amount of classes and study groups so that I can seize all the prospective opportunities, beside studying science, sounds like a stellar plan to me. Because I’m a freaking restless person. On top of that, giving up on writing and contributing to magazines is not an option though I’ve basically put my life on hold since January. I’ve always loved writing, albeit I cannot see myself doing journalism for a living, simply as there are so many other things I want to do.

And speaking of restlessness… I have an incredibly amazing summer to look forward to while also being productive, thanks to the sometimes inconvenient restlessness. It’s downright my kind of motivation to stay the course. Totally unplanned, it was just on the spur of the moment that I decided to journey this summer. Well, I already had tickets for Paris but I was supposed to make money this summer, not spend them. But what the heck, I want to have fun! So I sat down, drew a quasi-map of all the likely destinations, and booked the cheapest flight tickets available a couple of days after that sudden, yet brilliant idea popped in my head.

So right after my last exam, the worst one, I’ll be traveling to Barcelona for the Sonar festival with some friends from France. I’m looking forward to late summer nights on the patio accompanied by magnificent music, friends, food, and wine – just picture all the lovely scenes from Kinfolk magazine. Then I’ll be heading to the south of Norway for the Hove festival (watch out for a giveaway soon). It was awesome last year, so there’s no doubt I’m going back. Following the festival, I’ll be travelling for three weeks in a row. First I’ll spend a couple of days in Copenhagen, then a week in Berlin, and after I’ll go to the Côte d’Azur, mainly Nice. Can’t wait to take the train from Nice to Monte Carlo, Grasse, Antibes, and Cannes, which I’m dying to explore. Then I’ll be visiting my beloved family and friends in Paris before going back to school. And although my summer looks a bit packed now, I’m trying to fit in a trip to Pisa and Forte Dei Marmi in Tuscany where I’ll be visiting Leen Hilde and surfing on the waves.

Needless to say, it’s going to be one of these holidays where you practically do nothing aside from living in the moment while wearing no-nonsense, yet pretty clothes, as epitomized by the girl in the picture above and in this post by Hannah-Rose. And hopefully, I’ll find the inspiration to write more and fine-tune some of my potential write-ups. Anyway, I can deal with my summer fantasies later. In the meantime, I’ll study hard. Best of luck to all of you who are in the same boat. And please let me know if any of you are renting out flats/private rooms or host travelers in Barcelona, Berlin, or Pisa.

Fragments of my life

Just some odds and ends from my life that don’t fit anywhere else. Well, mainly food.

1. The first and only proper meal I had while in London at a pub in Camden. Even though I was starving like a diet fad – as I had been up at the crack of dawn and traveled all day – I could barely finish half of it. I suppose I was too exhausted to ingest the burger, not to mention the fries.
2. Raclette dinner party with my girlfriends.
3. More hamburgers at a tiny burger joint (Illegal Burger) in Oslo before the Gold Panda gig. The visuals were mind-blowing.
4. Fish and chips from Fiskeriet. A-m-a-z-i-n-g but alas, fried food makes me nauseated.
5. Just another variation of my uniform. Donned in a new shirt from Sessun, which I got my mitts on in London. I found it at Liberty, one of my all-time favorite department stores.

Chanterelle fever


There are millions of things I love about autumn. One of them is the chanterelle season. The scent of freshly picked chanterelles evokes many fond childhood memories – I tended to gather chanterelles in the forest because I knew that my mom would be over the moon about them. Bringing mushrooms home from school outings in the woods was the ultimate trick to make her happy, which is something I ought to do more than just once in a while nowadays. And then she made creamy soups and Vietnamese ‘banh gio’ (steamed minced pork rice dumpling) with the chanterelles. Good times, indeed. Last Thursday, Julie, Maja and I cooked pasta with chanterelle mushrooms. So. Freaking. Delicious. The day after, Julie invited some girls over for delectable risotto with chanterelles and prosecco. I love the way my favorite season is approaching!

Beauty reminder

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I’m a firm believer that beauty comes from the inside out, and a radiant, flawless complexion is not only a strong reflection of your overall health but also essential for making the most of your looks. Great style and beautiful skin go hand in hand, I suppose. Sometimes external products aren’t enough to do the trick – beautiful skin really does take more than just a jar of beauty potion. Admittedly, I happen to fall into the trap of solely relying on cleansers, creams and such quite often. Turns out, the promises that come along with every beauty product are only likely to occur if you start taking care of the inside.

A couple of weeks ago, my skin was pretty much flawless (for the first time in years) and I didn’t need to conceal it with makeup. I, for one, was naively convinced that my recent beauty investments were the one factor that made improvements to my skin. Apparently, my improved skin was largely a result of dietary and lifestyle factors. Alas, I have unconsciously treated my body badly as of late. Although I’ve been using the same skincare remedies, no sleep, a lot of stress and irregular meals have resulted in an abnormal abundance of obscure sized pimples on my face and a dull, diminished complexion that takes a lot of effort to slightly cover up in the morning. I really loathe when my morning routine gets time-consuming. Therefore, having flawless skin ought to shorten such time-wasting processes.

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Yet, I do have a tendency to neglect the importance of sleep, water and nutrition when I’m in a stressed state of mind. While I don’t want to desist from all the fun things in life that might clearly have a bad impact on my skin, I can indeed improve my approach to beautiful skin by getting more sleep and balance out my diet by putting an end to the sporadic starvation followed by the occasional binge. Frankly, I would never stick to a strict diet or become a total abstainer from things like alcohol, cake, coke (not referring to the drug, lol), and the like just in order to get better skin. I’m not very keen on pursuing flawless skin at the expense of things that matter to me such as quality of life.

Enough beating around the bush – my complexion is an indicator of my health, and this post should remind myself to get a decent amount of sleep every night and take better care of myself even though other things seem to take over my life at times. Often, sudden acne breakouts and bad skin equal a sign of something off-balance. Additionally, I have to start drinking more water. I always forget to drink water. And yes, I want my almost flawless skin back!!

Inspirational things



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I sincerely love getting back into the bloggy swing of things. However, I’m planning on turning my blog into a fashion/style + semi-food-and-rant blog, despite the fact that my tumblr has taken a new (and positive) direction as of late.

I’d love to devote more space to little things that simply bring joy to life, be it good food, architecture, music or mere beautiful things. These little but often forgotten things are a significant part in terms of cultivating one’s personal style. Although my blog isn’t a complete picture of who I am but rather a small extension of myself, I like being able to take a look back at the things that (used to) inspire and partially define me. I particularly like to look through my July-October 2010 blog posts for inspiration.

Am I the only one who – inexplicably enough – derives sartorial inspiration from things that are completely non-fashion related such as food (not referring to things that are connected to fashion somehow like movies, art, etc)? Perhaps it’s the joyousness that sets me in the mood for sartorial exploration? I don’t know, but it’s totally unaccountable to me. Anyhow, let’s celebrate taste!