Playlist: November 2012

I know, it’s been a very long time since the last time I posted a playlist in here. I still make them all the time, but since my blog posts are few and far between, posting all of my playlists would turn the blog’s front page into a line of playlists. But feel free to check out my Spotify profile for more music!

Listen: Spotify

My fall essentials

Navy is my black, my favorite and go-to color! I don’t look good in all black. I wish I had bought the scarf in navy so that I could dress completely navy from top to toe.

Here’s my list, tell me yours!

1. Black lambswool scarf from Acne.
2. Gray lambswool sweater from A.P.C. (similar here)
3. ‘Fleur d’oranger’ candle from A.P.C.
4. A.P.C. petit standard raw denim jeans
5. Navy double-breasted peacoat from Isabel Marant (similar herehere, here & here)
6. Best facial cream cleanser ever from Aesop.
7. Navy trainers from A.P.C. x Nike Air Max (similar here & here).
8. Navy ribbed lambswool and cashmere sweater from A.P.C. (similar here)
9. A pair of brogues from Church’s.
10. Navy merino wool cardigan from A.P.C’s previous spring collection. (similar here)

Winter wishlist


From left: Steven Alan beanie, MHL by Margaret Howell sweater, Steven Alan bag, Steven Alan pants, Acne sweater, Hope trousers

In terms of clothes, I haven’t been window shopping online in a while. Maybe because I feel like I have exactly everything I need these days. Lately, I haven’t felt that irrestible urge to buy something new to wear or fill in the gaps – if there are any to fill – either. I know for sure that I’ve got the shoes covered. New Church’s brogues and Nike Air Max sneakers in and now my footwear collection is complete. Anyhow, the stuff above is merely stuff that I want and not necessarily needs. Okay, except for the Steven Alan pants. I have been on the quest for a pair like that for a very, very, very, very long time but I won’t give in right away. In the past 3 out of 4 purchases that I made online have proven to be unsuccessful, so I won’t take a risk again. If it weren’t for the shipping cost back and forth, not to mention the import duties and VAT, I would have ordered the trousers online and returned them if the fit isn’t right. Life would have been so much easier then….. or not.

How about you?

London diary pt. 2

As a big time lover of food and carbs, I must divulge that the main purpose of my travels is to indulge myself with good eats, haha, and discover wicked eateries. And apparently to check out gigs and meet people too – but never with the purpose to go wild at Topshop or Forever 21. Last week I went to London again. Thanks to google, various blogs, Instagram (yes, please continue taking photos of your delish food) and my friends in London, I discovered new places and revisited my perennial favorite food spot. Here is a recapitulation of my trip and some of my discoveries.

I spent at least four hours at The Albion Café in Shoreditch, sipping a pot of green tea, munching croissants, surfing on their free WiFi, and watching stylish East Londoners on the street before moving to a table inside for a change of scenery, while waiting for my friends who were running a few hours late. I didn’t try their food but from what I could see, everything looked extremely delicious and healthy, particularly the array of very tempting pastries and cakes. The Albion Café, Bakery and Food Store: 2-4 Boundary Street

Hand burger at Honest Burgers. Yes, I call the hamburgers which you eat with your hands a hand burger. Daniella and I checked out the one in Soho (the original Brixton spot seemed just a bit too far at the time). She ordered the veggie burger and I got the cheese burger with matured cheddar. We were supposed to check out the burgers over at Lucky Chip too, but the burger at Honest Burgers is by far one of the best I’ve ever had in my life so I didn’t feel the need to hunt out for another amazing hand burger in London.

In terms of size, the burger is quite compact and small, which facilitates the eating process – I swear, my hands didn’t get anywhere near greasy from eating it. The toasted glazed brioche bun together with the juicy medium rare burger with tender texture, topped with caramelized onions and melted cheddar, not to mention all that grease soaked up into the burger…. holy moly, a pure gastronomic orgasm with each bite (pardon my crudeness). Did I mention that the burgers come with rosemary salt fries that are even better than the burger? Honest Burgers: 4A Meard Street

Rose Bakery is one of my favorite spots in London and Paris. The food always inspires me to cook.. uhm yes, I never cook because I’m a spoiled brat. Daniella and I went there for brunch, and a few days later I had a big lunch accompanied by a bunch of magazines. I love everything they serve. The famous Rose Bakery carrot cake is the best and only carrot cake I like. It’s not too sweet and actually a no-brainer to make at home. Make sure that you get the table outdoors on Dover Street Market’s roof terrace if you want to enjoy the stunning rooftop view in central London. Rose Bakery: 17-18 Dover Street

I also visited a new noodle place in Soho for my ramen fix. I can’t go a few days without slurping some kind of noodle soup. Thomas and I ordered some delicious pork dumplings and a bowl of Spicy Tokyo each. So good but not spicy in the slightest. Don’t go here if you can’t stand sitting at communal tables. I, for one, don’t mind that at all. In fact, I love the concept of communal tables in restaurants. Tonkotsu: 63 Dean Street

Sunday brunch at The Ginger Pig Café in Hoxton before going to the Brick Lane market. A nice and unpretentious place. I’m not a big fan of full English breakfast with blood pudding and whatnot, but the vegetarian option at The Ginger Pig Café is super delish but way too big for me. Some guy who sat at the table next to us ordered the tallest hamburger I’ve ever seen in real life. The Ginger Pig Café: 231 Hoxton Street

Japanese udon in Soho at Koya. I went there for dinner alone and savored a bowl of udon with beef while listening to other people’s conversations. The broth and udon were tasty, but there was too much meat in proportion to noodles. Koya: 49 Frith Street

A trip to London is seriously by no means complete without crispy duck in China Town. The queue outside the famous Four Seasons was too long so we went to Imperial China Restaurant and swooned over the delectable crispy duck there. Imperial China Restaurant: 25A Lisle Street

And over to something completely non-food related… picture of me sporting my new trainers and a snapshot of the Margaret Howell store in Wigmore Street.

(Photos by me and Daniella)

The little black romper

via lagarconne.com

I’m the kind of gal who is, alas, more at ease in a pair of trousers than a dress or a skirt. Whenever I don one of my dresses, no matter how pretty it is, I can’t help but feel completely self-conscious and not like myself at all. Hence it more often than not ends up languishing in my closet. It’s a shame because I happen to have a penchant for lovely dresses and can’t help myself from purchasing one at times, wishfully thinking that I’d wear it with panache one day. Admittedly, I suppose it’s largely because of my vanity that I really loathe how my legs look like in a dress. Truth be told, I guess I haven’t genuinely accepted or got used to the transformation from a childish body to a more developed, feminine figure. I’m still young and completely aware of the fact that I’ll be facing lots of bodily changes down the road. Everything from pregnancy to a sudden weight gain thanks to my persistent sweet tooth or extreme binge eating – there, I just let the cat out of the bag –, and so on. Come to think of it, I’ve avoided talking about body-related issues in terms of clothing on my blog for as long as possible, as it’s quite a sensitive topic, not to mention that it’s difficult to acknowledge loudly that you have a twisted body image.

Anyway, I wasn’t supposed to broach this matter today but merely pop a few words about rompers. They might be a great alternative to dresses for girls like me. I love jumpsuits and I think I pull them off pretty well. Now that winter is approaching, a long-legged romper that stops just above the ankle is the perfect solution. I don’t feel anywhere near self-conscious when wearing them, which is cool considering that a romper isn’t exactly a “normal” garment to wear. Oh well, when you know that something just works for you…. I really like this one from Christian Wijnants. It’s super elegant and still looks like a dress. Unfortunately, it’s way out of my league. But I want it! It’s the perfect LBR, haha.

September style

September signals weather on the cusp between a summer exiting and an autumn arriving and blablabla – I’ll spare you the rant about the meteorological conditions (you can thank me later). Some of you have requested more outfit photos on this blog. It struck me the other day that I rarely ever bother posting my non-blog-worthy outfits – even though I run a style or whatever blog –, as I naturally wear the same look day in, day out, and also because the entire process of taking those full body photos and eventually putting them online is, believe it or not, quite labor-intensive. Oh my! Or maybe it’s just me who’s a bit too much of a perfectionist in some areas…

Regardless, here are four looks that exemplify what I’ve been wearing during September, all of which slightly reflect the shift in season. The first photo was obviously taken in the beginning of the month, decked out in A.P.C. from neck to toe. I never thought I would ever put my hands on such a statement piece, but it was love at first sight and I’m also a sucker for liberty prints and jumpsuits. In fact, it’s one of my few successful impulse buys, though I gave in after waiting a day. The second outfit is from my birthday, mid-September, still sockless until last week.

As for the third look, well, it’s one of those boring looks that resembles that so-called “model-off-duty” look apart from that I’m neither a model nor off duty. That said, I love its casualness. The navy merino wool cardigan from A.P.C. has the nicest cut and goes with everything in my closet. It looks good both buttoned and unbuttoned.

The last outfit is a recycled version of this one which was posted more than two years ago. It’s the same scarf, the same shoes, and the same coat. I wish the jeans were the same too but in order to wear them I have to start exercising, and that requires too much willpower and effort than simply getting a new pair. In retrospect, it just evidences that my style hasn’t changed much besides bringing more prints and funny items like jumpsuits, and sneakers into my wardrobe.

On a different note, I don’t think I’ve ever posted a photo of myself without sunglasses here. I’m officially no longer incognito, haha.


1: A.P.C. jumpsuit, cardigan, and tote bag, AiAiAi headphones, Ray-Ban sunglasses
2: Isabel Marant coat, Ettore Adriano lofaers, A.P.C. raw denim jeans, shirt, and tote bag
3: A.P.C. cardigan and raw denim jeans, Isabel Marant boots, Claudie Pierlot linen t-shirt
4: H&M scarf, Isabel Marant coat and boots, Everlane rucksack

The rucksack

Almost a year has passed since I wrote this post about the search for the perfect rucksack. A few months later I posted a follow-up about the agony of choice, yet I ended up with neither of them. At last I found a (temporary) rucksack – arrived today, to be precise – that fits all my needs for less than a quarter of the price of my dream backpack, which I was, in fact, planning on picking up in London next a week.

In the end, I ordered this nice rucksack from online-only e-tailer Everlane, partially because the brand’s egalitarian philosophy and business strategy really appeals to me, the bag is roomy enough for school, and also since I’m trying to save my bucks for my forthcoming travels and monthly expenses. In other words, it didn’t come with a hefty price tag attached. So, if I’m able to tighten my belt here and there, I would do my best to be a frugal shopper and opt for the most inexpensive alternative provided that neither the quality nor the design suck.

I did mention that it’s quite a spacious rucksack, which already holds three textbooks, two notebooks, a binder, chemistry tables, music sheets, a moleskine journal, a calculator, a pencil case, and essential bits and bobs such as a portable umbrella and so on – and there’s even room for a lot more, but my back could never have handled the weight, though. The understated yet cool design blends in with my style perfectly. The backpack also feels quite sturdy and looks like it can take some serious abuse from hauling it around school. And even though it’s utterly functional, thanks to the scores of pockets and a padded inner compartment for a macbook pro, the rucksack doesn’t sacrifice on style at all. Besides, it’s supposed to be of high quality, but only time will tell whether or not it stands the test of wear and tear.

Yep, the quest for the rucksack is over!

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).

Long time no blog

Well, I guess it’s about time to say hello/goodbye to those of you who still stop by this dead-end of a blog, before I dash off again. I’ve been living out of a suitcase since the end of May and truth be told I really do look forward to going back to day-to-day routines. How I miss waking up at 7.30 AM every day and not drinking 8 units of Red Bull a night. But first, I’m just going to idle a bit more and go to Paris before becoming a hermit again.

I honestly have no idea what will happen to my blog after summer. As I’m turning 21 in September, I kinda feel like my Dead Fleurette days are over considering that I created my alter ego as a confused 16 year old gal in need of an alternative presence or pastime (don’t even ask) … I had this fantasy that I would remain an online ‘enigma’ forever but I guess I just want to be me for now.

Regardless, I’ll keep you in the loop. Enjoy the rest of the summer!

PS: Summer in Europe has been ridiculously COLD and schizophrenic. I guess you could tell from my outfit above… Fortunately, summer wasn’t absent in Spain or France so I’ve got my first tan in years. What a shocker!

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.