No boredom

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You know that kick you get from putting your hands on an inexplicable desire that you’ve been coveting for so many years, or something that you have been trying to unearth and track down for god knows how long like the most amazing coat ever that you simply cannot live without? Well, buying flight tickets apparently does the same trick. Oh yes! Two days ago I finally booked tickets for my West Coast trip and just received the confirmation today!! Man, I swear that words can hardly convey how frickin’ thrilled I am!! I’ve been dying to go for such a long time and started organizing this whole trip in my mind last spring. I guess that aforementioned kick is also a true indication of a successful investment or buy or whatever you’d like to call it.

The flight tickets were a lot more expensive than what I hoped for, but the prices kept skyrocketing. However, this means that I cannot afford any clothes or knickknacks – I still have plenty of Diptyque candles left to burn – until my summer vacation starts. I always save money for my travels so that I can splurge on food and whatnot. The only way I can afford to maintain my sometimes lifestyle is by being frugal for a while.

Luckily for me I don’t have anything on my wishlist that I need to get pronto. That Céline trio bag I was planning to purchase is out of the picture right now. I can postpone all potential purchases – most of them are merely wants rather than needs. Besides, nothing in particular has caught my attention this season – well, apart from a few A.P.C. pieces as usual. I don’t even have time to go shopping for things I need like a new ruler or socks. Today I went on Net-A-Porter for the first time in months and I was repelled by the sight of clothes, which reminded me of New York and my lack of desire to go shopping for clothes there at all. I haven’t been window-shopping online for a long time. Having too much on my plate seems to be the best buffer against consumerism, so a temporary shopping ban is no sweat as I’m unintentionally and constantly banned from shopping.

Sometimes I wonder if my current attitude towards shopping and clothes stems from the fact that my wardrobe is, by my standards, complete or is it perhaps because boredom (and procrastination) is almost nonexistent in my life nowadays? Hmm… or maybe this whole online window-shopping thing and lust for beautiful clothes has been replaced by hours of daydreaming about the West Coast and the quest for the best cheeseburger? The latter is certainly a way to kill boredom and any possibilities to become a short supermodel.

Postcards and mosquito bites

Barcelona: Spent two nights in this room in a beautiful and quiet apartment in Born after the Sonar festival.

Barcelona: One of my best meals in Barcelona. Restaurante Rincon de Aragon in El Raval. Carrer del Carme, 28 

Barcelona: Solo lunching at Boca Grande. This place has the trippiest restroom ever. Passatge de la Concepció, 12

Berlin: Best Japanese ramen ever at Cocolo! Gipsstraße 3

Berlin: Burger at The Bird in Prenzlauer Berg. Am Falkplatz 5 

Berlin: Cheesecake heaven at Princess Cheesecake. Tucholskystraße 37

Nice: Mouthwatering pastries on the street

Nice: Visited Monastère de Cimiez after walking up the hills alone.

Nice: Jardin d’Eden designed by Yves Klein on the MAMAC roof terrace.

Paris: The Marrocan deli at Marché des Enfants Rouges in Le Marais. 39 Rue de Bretagne

Paris: Water melon and a mosquito bite on the park bench in Square Trousseau.


After having looked at my holidays photos from the past eleven weeks, I realized that my vacation was just a big feast. My summer has been a dream, almost too good to be true so, of course, it just had to end badly. I traveled to Mallorca, Barcelona, Tromøya, Copenhagen, Berlin, Nice, Monte Carlo, Grasse, Cannes, and Paris in this exact order. I’ve been drafting a recapulation of my blissful weeks of idleness and hedonism for my blog but quickly found out that I have yet to overcome the uncomfortableness of being overly open online. But one important thing I’ve learned in the last couple of weeks while being on the road, is to go with the flow without any expectations whatsoever (Barcelona, Sonar festival, Oslo in the end of June – amazing) and you’ll never be disappointed. In addition I’ve also learned that nothing can replace the “first time” – for anything, come to think of it – so any attempt at recreating the “first time” experience is just a waste of time and upsetting (Hove festival, Oslo in the beginning of August).

On the beach of Mallorca

Last week I had the honor of being the only Norwegian attending the intimate launch of Henrik Vibskov’s “On the Beach” collaboration with the Mediterranean lifestyle brand Medwinds in Mallorca. Who knew that he would do a capsule collection inspired by scouts, not to mention launching it on the beautiful beach Cala Agulla? Well, truth be told I was expecting a collection of kooky swim trunks and such but I, for one, was rather taken aback by the streamlined and austere looks – or shall I say uniforms – in this collaboration that didn’t fail to scream Henrik Vibskov from afar – the details, the hats, the performance, and of course the super offbeat rectangular sunglasses. And oh, the installation on the beach was stunning as well – a physically complex and completely unfunctional tent erected in the white sand.

By the time the sun went down, after swapping stories with the other journalists amid laughter and the most delectable tapas I’ve ever had, I caught up with Mr. Vibskov himself to talk about the collaboration with Medwinds and other things too. Feel free to check out the interview I did for Smug. But take my word for it, Google translate does a pretty good translation job and it’s almost as good as in Norwegian.

Summer is in the air

I just rounded up a few recent style related instaphotos aka. I’m procrastinating.

Hey! I am already living in those saltwaters as they are super comfortable and I didn’t even have to break them in. HIGH FIVE! Seeing that my wardrobe almost merely consists of clothes in different shades of blue, the saltwaters were, natch, a good choice.

In the second photo, I’m donned in my new jumpsuit from Organic by John Patrick and my grandmother’s blazer. And just a heads-up for those of you who want to wear rompers to the beach: Make sure there is a public restroom nearby the beach. If not, don’t even bother considering wearing one. Truth be told I barely drank anything for six hours so that I didn’t have to powder my nose behind a naked shrub. Well, talk about being practical… otherwise, I haven’t had any other bathroom-related issues in terms of rompers.

My mom also unearthed an old pair of cork wedges (third photo) that she used to wear in her younger days. Unfortunately, turned out they’re a weeny bit too small for my feet. Booh! If only they were a size bigger and I wouldn’t have to think of sandals again for a long, long while. So I ended up passing them on to my little sister. Design-wise they are the perfect cross between the K. Jacques barigoule sandals and A.P.C. cork wedges that I’m aching for. Obviously I haven’t made up my mind because I want both (do I need both?), but I tell you, right now it is impossible to narrow the choices down to one.

The summer uniform

A.P.C. speckled silk blouse and tote bag, Topshop hat, Theory shorts in black,
K. Jacques sandals, Chanel Coco Mademoiselle EDP, Ray-Ban clubmasters 

 

Steven Alan romper, Clare Vivier tropezienne bag, A.P.C. sandals,
Omega wrist watch, Byredo Blanche EDP, Ray-Ban wayfarers


A.P.C. romper and tote bag, Comme des Garçons PLAY cardigan,
See by Chloé sandals, Diptyque Philosykos EDTRay-Ban wayfarers

 

There seems to be a consensus that sunscreen smells very bad. I’ve never really been partial towards this scent until the other day when I slapped some sunblock on my face and I realized that I’ve actually missed this particular smell – because the sunblock scent exemplifies summer and good times so well. Apropos of scents, I’m also quite fond of fig based scents for summer – or just fig in general –, well not on me as I’m totally true to my signature fragrance. Oh! And the clean bouquet of freshly washed clothes. I can’t think of anything better. The ‘Blanche’ perfume from Byredo is, in my estimation, the quintessence of said scent. I believe these are the redolences that have summer written all over them.

Regardless, as I’m so pumped about summer, I just had to share my summer collages with you. The weather in Norway has been incredible as of late, which is kind of weird since I was wearing my winter coats last week and now it’s all of a sudden 25 celsius outside. I ain’t complaning, though. I just love waking up to the sun rays lighting up the room in the morning and having long breakfasts on the balcony, while checking out flight tickets for prospective journeys, haha. I’m already planning a trip to Portland, San Francisco, and maybe Seattle in the end of December, not to mention a west coast road trip next summer. You know, I always plan almost a year in advance for bigger trips in order to get the best deals in terms of flight tickets. $1000 for a round trip to America is such a steal, especially during the holiday seasons. At least checking out flight tickets makes up for the need to tumble a bonanza of palms and valleys.

Summer wardrobe planning

I’ve never really had a summer wardrobe. The fact that I don’t even own a white t-shirt pretty much indicates what my wardrobe is lacking. My summer outfits tended to consist of shirts with rolled-up sleeves worn with a pair of shorts or trousers, and suede boots. And yup, this combination is as uncomfortable as it sounds. Looking back, I can’t even get how I survived. Oh well.. Since I’ll be spending a lot of time in the hot coastal Meditteranean weather this summer, I figured that I ought to add a few summery items to my wardrobe unless I’m serious about commiting suicide (read with tongue in cheek, please). Anyway, I’ve realized why I’ve put off buying summer clothes for several years:

1. My taste in lightweight summer clothes was completely undefinable so I never rushed into buying summer clothes that I most likely wouldn’t wear.
2. I mysteriously developed heliophobia in my teens, so I made every endeavour to avoid sun exposure. 

Fortunately, I’ve ultimately overcome the heliophobia. I don’t know how but I guess it was a mixture of maturing, taking physics classes, and jumping on the route of carelessness. And as I conquered that irrational fear of the sun, my summer style emerged as well. Perhaps because I have only been searching and not buying anything remotely summery, so I’ve had plenty of time to digest my potential likes and dislikes. For instance, I found out that I have a thing for rompers, which is a nice man repelling alternative to dresses. Hence no worries about accidental upskirt peeks! Yay!

From left: A.P.C. washed denim romper, Organic by John Patrick liberty romper, Sun-San salt water sandals

For summer, I’ve already got my hands on two rompers, though I know I shouldn’t have ordered them online as I didn’t try them on prior to buying – which would’ve been impossible anyway. Although I ordered both in the smallest size, they turned out to be too big. Well, I wanted the A.P.C. one to be oversized and the size was fortunately spot on, but the size of the liberty printed romper is super misleading. The thing is …. there is a difference between an oversized, loose fit and the wrong size. Vanity sizing? It surely looks like an attempt at inaccurately labeling clothing sizes to appeal to people’s egos. Tsk-tsk…

When it comes to sandals, I can’t even recall the last time I wore a pair. But now I know what I like and I’ve stumbled across so many great pairs that I don’t know what to do. However, I ended up getting a pair of Sun-San salt water sandals for the beach which I’ll be wearing in the meantime, while figuring out which pair of sandals I want. The salt water ones are quite cheap, and rumor has it that they will last for years.

And as for beachwear, I’m also searching for the perfect swimsuit for summer. It’s so difficult to find a simple and flattering one for the beach that doesn’t cost a grand. I’ve checked out the bathing suits from American Apparel but I find most of them overtly sexy. I don’t know with you, but going to the beach solely means swimming in the sea to me, not seduction or sunbathing. Still, I only have ONE bikini that works in terms of style and cut, which I bought when I was thirteen and rebelled against my parents who refused to buy me a bikini instead of professional swimsuits. Eight years later, it still fits me perfectly. The mind boggles…

I’m off to a short and spontaneous solo trip to Mallorca next week, as I’ve got a big two weeks long gap in-between my two exams. Well, it’s totally work-related. Luckily, my purchases, so far, arrived in time for summer and I’m hoping to fill the holes in my wardrobe in Mallorca. If you have some nice restaurant recommendations, please let me know!

Feel free to share your musings on summer style!