The Vagablog

thursday after what had been a very drunken night out with french boys and french wine but no french kissing to speak of, we woke up and went to revolver to prepare for the gig sarah had booked. well when i say prepare i mean, i sat in the sofa reading the revolver big book of music and watched people move stuff around. until ofcourse it came time for the backstage prep when i made the crew a lovely salad which i was reasured was great by anne-lise. who i had to take a second look at to realise was the adorable girl ive lived with. she was as beautiful as always. these petite seemingly fragile girls always dazzle me. i think its because i know im so unlike them. im not this creaturelike sensitive girl who can get away with wearing just a striped tshirt and loose slightly ripped jeans (you know the type). whilst being this winona ryder carachter-esque from girl, interrupted. confused yet sweet and calm as a default mode. ive always been the unsensitive one who ends up mindfucking you, in dirty skinny jeans, getting strung out on intoxicants treating you badly without even realising and then not being that bothered when being told so. if anne-lise is winona in girl, interrupted, i would no doubt be angelina jolie, default mode - chaos and confusion, which everyone thinks is attractive and mysteriously appealing until one day this fuckup of an instable wreck is leaving the country without telling you.

that night we went to oslo live cause justice was playing and they had been cute enough to put us on the list and get me a photopass. although fuck justice, we ran into someone way more down with the kids gossmags.

la brittan! she was just as whitetrash as youd imagine only slightly shorter and well, fairly unproportional.

she totally had no problems with me copping a feel so im thinking this could make alot of money if sent to the right people. i could see the headlines now. “britney spears gets of with swedish chick in oslo, then shaves her head, draws a big bath and shares it with an electrical device - the world becomes a better place, all worldhunger stops, global warming comes to an end and george bush suddenly implodes” as if britney was the pandoras box and all we had to do was electricute her it.
the photopass was a sweet gesture although not much of a point since justice has a huge stage buildup of speakers and flashing gadgets so all you really see is that whilst you have to step back to gaze upon gaspard and xavier.

the gig was, well, it would have been far better if it had been dark the entire time since half the point of the justice set is the lightdisplay. although fairly hard to do anything about the scandinavian summer.
after the show i went to the boys tent and was offered champagne and vodka but opted for water as i had made myself the wove to stay sober and so the point of hanging out backstage was kind of lost and i left the boys to it, getting back to sarah instead. just in time to see the band pack up their things. then followed a waterdrinking session which lasted all night and ended with me declining parties left and right to peoples dismay.

last night was my last saturday here (for a while at least). after a day of insane heat followed by an insane thunderstorm. it reminded me of the one in india where i got so nervous a tsunami would suck us under that my fear kicked me into a very authorian state. in which i wanted to summon my yoga group for some kind of meeting. ehm, to stop the thunder by chant? i did have a gin and tonic india style earlier that night. (a drinking glass of gin and a splash of tonic) so i blame my slightly irratic behaviour on that. i remember falling asleep with a flashlight tighlty gripped in my shaking little hands dreaming of every bad blockbuster ‘end of the world’ scenario film i’ve ever seen.

anyway, after an amazing lunch in lökka, me and sarah went back, relishing the rain that then was just a dribble (before kicking into full monstrosity power shower mode) that gave us a welldeserved rest from feeling like in a russian steam room. then we cosied in bed, sarah sleeping, me watching unspeakable things on youtube until the thunder literally made me stand up straight in bed.

later as sarah had gone to work and ole de-luxe’d up his first saturday off since kennedy got shot with pizza and blockbuster, i prepartied with red nailpolish and lastfm.com having a little dance around the lounge with baby tokyo (thats the cat who for some reason has started to like me even though me and cats - not a good match). then way later than said i walked down to revolver, drank wine, made little sweet notes for sarah and met someone for the first time, even though it was actually the second. then followed hours of literal cuteness on post-its, classic come-on’s and tingles down my spine.

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i now know who is up and out on a sunday morning just gone 10am. churchgoers. promtly ironed shirts, pastellcoloured pantsuits and bad mock-croc bagwearing people who attend church. and as i happed to be walking past not 1, not 2 but 3 churches, my walk of shame is reaching a new high low. although ofcourse im about to kick it way over the ballpark (ok, not so good with the sports references). because as im a person with great confidence but fairly bad sense of location (although im starting to think thats purely in my mind as i always find my way home and managed to learn the knooks and crannies of tokyo in no time) i decided to reassure myself that i was walking in the right direction as i really didnt have the energy for a powerwalk just for the fun of it. so i asked the next person walking towards me.

its a nun. its a frickin nun with a bonnet and everything (i shall not kid thou). shes cute as a daisy and tells me what i already should have known, that im on the right path (a little pun intended). not once does she seem to djudge me for the smudged eyeliner and the hooker red april 77 biker jacket im wearing, maybe cause im smiling like what i imagine good christian girls smile like, hiding my true atheist smerk, just in case there is a hell.

as we woke up we went down to the boutique and had coffee and a high dose of cancerous uv. then we took a walk before deciding to go back and cook some food and watch a lazy afternoon film. which we didnt, instead we geeked away time on facebook making graffiti’s for eachother (it takes frickin’ ages) before falling asleep seeing as we hardly got any the night before. by the time i woke up there was a cuddly little dog in the flat. i hadnt been forcefed hallucegenic whilst asleep, the dog was there for sarah to look after for a few hours. it was tiny and limp so basically sarah in canineform.

then cause too many djs had cancelled, blå had gotten justice to commit so we went down to see the set. but first revolver and some drunken photosession action. quelle surprise!

hotness

and now, fuck gracious posing.

sarah “juuuump!, c’mon jump then!!!” such forceful direction.

the set was great as usual. only xavier dj’d (gaspard told me he was on holdiay), maybe even better now that he’s grown an amazing mustash. got to love a man with a great stash.

open mouth posing is the new black.

im really not sure what im doing on the floor.

nora was there. so great to dance with her again, tokyo memories all over.

i disco’d with justice and busy p about two years ago in manchester. i hardly expected gaspard to remember that but indeed he did. impressive for someone who meets about 2000 new chicks a month.

all and all such a great night. today ive been helping sarah prepare for her concert (she’s the head of booking at revolver, oslo’s best place) and tonight im on the guestlist for justice playing this festival thingy thats on right now in oslo and ofcourse i have to support baby by going to her concert.

just came back. have been hanging out with justice tonight. weve been dancing all nigjt long and if you can spell d.a.n.c.e d.r.u.n.k yr way ahead of me.

sarah just git this myspace message:

“are you with sanna right now?”

sarah answered “yes, why?”

“because i like her, i want to see her someday” answered the guy.

heh. i have a few admireres. if only they knew how i just fell off a bench and climed up an iron fence without grace im sure they wouldnt be so infatuated.

sarah just drew me the cutest thing on facebook. i feel moved to tears.
(note that i have placed this in the art category, damien hirst, get fucked!)

(added a few hours later to post)
i felt the need to draw something back, and although its not nearly as amazing as sarah’s, its us in paris, smoking, drinking fine red wine straight from the bottle and talking all night on a parkbench. oh and if you look closely you can see a constilation hiding in the stairs (guess which one), that sarah is wearing her april 77 jacket, im wearing the april 77 jeans and that we’re listening to this old mixtape we used to play in the kitchen of our flat (motel porno) when we lived in malmö. now thats true attention to detail.

last night me and sarah was going to stay in with our bellies full of bbq and our geektastic matching macbooks. but then after i got a surprisingly funny mail and we heard the magnetic fields would be hanging out at revolver we decided that we would venture out after all. so at 1.30am we walked the empty street down to revolver where the shots were flowing and tall men in romantic mood lifted sarah and me from the ground (literally). magnetic fields was indeed in the house but we soon took ourselves across the block to mono (but not before having to shoo off drunken men wanting to get with us) where we met terje and some other boys. even though we werent planning to, we took a taxi to spazibar who had a huge finishing party since they were closing down. you paid (well we didnt) 500 kronor and then you could drink as much as you possibly could and wanted so ofcourse by the time we got there we were faced by people decked out in the weirderst places, girls spilling entire beers over themselves and men trying to walk (with grand failure).

after a while of admiring the horse posters outside the loo (that you couldnt lock, nor flush), meeting old friends and lovers, laughing at the veil of absolute shambles of drunk people that covered the entire building we sat outside and talked to various men about various kinds of wood (actual wood that comes from trees that grow in the forrest). then the founders of spazibar were thanked and applauded by halfnaked women (not in a gameshow hostess way) and im guessing honoured with  what i can only describe as a fucking stupid thing to do (for lack of better words) as they burned 50.000 norwegian crones! thats a shitload of money to burn just to riot against capitalism, goverment, whathaveyou. ofcourse after that the burning spread to tshirts, plastic and various other materials which smoked out the place completly and set the loud and unmistakeable firealarm off.

the spazibar crew had obviously thought off this since they had a limo waiting (anyone see the ironi in burning 50.000 crones and then  jumping into a limo? thats hardly a consistant statement.) and as they pulled out of the grounds, the massive and plenty firetrucks drove in and with them came ofcourse, the police. and as always, an extremly drunken crowd of ‘fuck the establishment’ people and the police dont mesh too well so here come the batons and the psuedo riots. people were arrested all over the place and the entertainment factor was high, although the stupidity factor was higher, much much higher.

so after having been shoved a bit by a police and tried to help drunk friends stand up, let alone walk, me and sarah went to nachspeil (afterparty) until 5am when we came home after what had been ment to be a quiet night in.

today the weather was amazing so baby and i went to have brecky (at 1am) at an italian place at lökka. but first we stopped by a place where they serve the best coffee in oslo. after lunch we went to bar boca and sarah whipped me in backgammon.

then we went to havanna (a delicatess) and bought fresh fish and amaing jalapeno cheese before going to city and having a card tournament at internationalen. i won. (sarah looks a bit ehm special on the photo above haha but really shes kick ass gorgeous ofcourse) after tea and applejuice we went back home and started the major project of the best bbq ever made.

sarahs roof terrace is the most amazing space to sit and dine in the evening sun. the bbq was the best ive ever had in my life. now we’re lounging but later we dance all night long.

yesterday we were pretty beat so i went to meet up with nora for some great cath-up goss and some terrible food.
then me and sarah went to grunerlökka to our place where we used to sit always always when we lived here together. its a tiny 50’s place known for it mojitos. then we went to blockbusters. here’s the thing, me and sarah has never been able to do a quickie at any video place. in sweden we could hang around at nobelvideo (our local) for hours (!) trying to decide. so ofcourse we got stuck at blockbuster for at least an hour. then we came home with ensemble c’est tout, the new film by richard kelly (donnie darko), which we stoped watching after 10 minutes cause it was so utterly shit! and hors de prix. then we made the most delish food and chickflicked the night away. lush.

taking full advantage of sarah and oles amazing roof terasse we had ragnar and kanthi over for dindins and wine.
there are few things better than the evening sun.

although it didnt stay warm for long so we moved the party inside, shotting disgusting vodka, tryong not to be envious of kanthis acne shoes and laughing at ragnar trying one suave april 77 jeans.

the spiral stair case is such an ultimate make-out place.
we’re such cuties, best friends in matching april 77 jackets. can you still get those breakable silver heart chains that everyone had in high school?

my hotness baby

ok one last drunken ego check and ready to revolver the night away

although ofcourse first some photosession action in the elevator, what else are you supposed to do from floor 5-0?

paint yr lips bloodred maybe

in the loo at revolver (a great place in oslo where pretty boys hang, ole is the barmanager and sarah does the booking - such movers & shakers my sweethearts) there is a little hole in the wall and when you peak in - this is what you see. haha

the italian guy i cant remember the name of.

espen

kjetil

sarah baby

lovelovelove

sarah and jon

ragnar & ole

and ofcourse some afterhours posing - slightly less fresh than hours before.

the night consisted of some heavy drinking, those dancing days / feet, dares (including sarah not telling me she was daring me onto the owner of revolver - thanks), laughing hard hard hard, playing not so nice, invalicare (sarah has dropped a huuge iron plate on her foot and it looks like death and gives her an unmistakeable limp as she walks, poor baby)

having stayed in the night before watching a chickflick and catching up on the goss, sarah and me got up remarkably early and did oslo saturday morning.  we relished the luxury of walking through town on a saturday without feeling cramped, even h&m was empty so we took a browse. i found a great dress but realised that they dont change the price according to currency so im getting it in sweden instead.

then we went and opened the shop. sarahs boyfriend has a great shop in oslo called rubber soul where they have the most amazing speakers, great coffee and kick ass clothes. if youre here, go there!

i found so much stuff i wanted. a april 77 suitjacket to die/kill for

an april77 trench to bleed for

and a whyred black skirt with a gold zip on the back and some april 77 black joey jeans.

mostly we sat outside and drank green tea with vanilla and panecotta flavour and played cards

once in a while the hairdresser from across the road popped over for a fag

then i went to meet teri who i had been missing since tokyo. we went to pascals and had great food and i finally got to meet her husband thomas.

when i came back to sarah & oles, me and sarah had a little snooze. their cat baby tokyo got a bit jelaous with me for snagging her mummy. just look at that haha. if looks could kill.

im so happy to be with sarah again.

now you see pretty much exactly what i see

so yesterday i decided that today was a great time to take the 7 hour busjourney to oslo where my best friend sarah, my tokyo born cutie teri and my ex tokyo roommate and partner in sarcasm, nora lives. i cant wait to see them all, but mostly im so happy to get to spend time with sarah again since i cant even remember the last time i saw her.

(thankfully the bus turns out to have free wireless)

i just sat here thinking how romantic it felt snuggling up in my globetrotter blanket (its been everywhere with me in the world), looking out of the moving bus as we pass fields and mountainwalls on smooth tarmac whilst the rain is sporadicly tapping on the window, listening to sigur ros, i lean my head against the glass. only like a scratch in the record my little bum hurts and the vibration of the window is making my nose tickle like an inferno. seriously my nose just cant take it. its always had a life of its own though. its gotten better now but in the past, every time i got drunk the tip of my nose would start itching like hell. naturally everyone just assumed i was always on coke.

i read the tipping point, fall asleep, wake up, listen to blonde redhead thinking of the years and years ago it was that i was last in oslo. when i lived in the room with a bunkbed, an amelie poster and alot of pharmacuticals. i used to lie in bed and read books, eat bread and pesto and listen to meldoy of a certain damaged melon.

this week ive been getting up at 7am every morning walking across a mountain to do yoga with my amazing yoga teacher who i was in india with. ive missed yoga so much, feel way more bendy already. i cant wait until the 26th of december when lycke and i go there again. now im gonna watch the new christina ricci film, where she has a pig nose.

so heres what im just realising looking at the brussels pictures.
devendra banhart was at the show. his in the background on loads of the pics and i remember thinking cute guy, he looks a bit like devendra banhart but his beard is way shorter and he looks like he should be taller in real life.

well hes not. i feel a bit queezy that i didnt party with him, especially since he looks pretty lonely in all the pics.
frick frick frick, oh well, how lonely can a man that gets to go home to natalie portman be? fuck

can’t be here anymore. im going fucking insane.
tomorrow im going to take a 7 hour busride to oslo and my best friend who i havent seen in so long.
just thinking about seeing sarah makes me feel slightly less crushed by this overbearing pillow of angst smothering me.

my love (the gorgeous asian chick, not ken stringfellow)
oh and i didnt take this picture

after buying belgian chocolates for my family and showing london based artists around i got ready for the exhibition opening at bozar. the photographer (who turned out to be swedish) wanted to shoot me and the girls but as i asked her to take pics with my cam it triggered her flash aswell so can we all say overexpo loud and clearly all together now.

kyle field and his insainly pretty girlfriend (at least i think it was)

he made a great performance with an impressivly high pitched voice

the kembra phaler girls was pretty difficult not to notice, melissa loved them, me and deb thought they were scary as fuck. i guess its just a matter of opinion. i met one of the girls earlier at the hotel, she looked like a girl who buys the finest range at tesco and drinks rose with her goatscheese salad. so it was pretty impressive to see her turn into someone who looks like they abuse little schoolboys and feed on pigeon heads. although i did hear her say that she was wearing marks&spencers knickers so maybe all is good and well in the world.

melissa being interviewed by belgian radio

on the night the kills were actually there - in the tellys

jéromes girlfriends band - liquid arcitecture

i love taking pictures of people taking pictures of themselves

alan vega and his wife played

and their kid was without a shadow of the doubt the coolest kid in the place

and they were the best looking couple (ok here we go, no need to explain my total lack of memory when it comes to names so see how i smoothly sneak my way out of embarassment by remembering the nicknames i made up for them during the night) - gay NY guys, one of who represented antony from antony and the johnsons and laughed at my winejokes (+)

insainly good looking but obnoxious williamsburg guy who playes with fisherspooner.
actually he was really nice and we had a great time but still that was his nickname and i couldnt help but trashtalk him all night.

i tend to take of my shoes to be able to roam more freely after a few bottles of wine

guy from sigur rós

cocorosies manager

cutest guy ever from parachutes

after going on a fieldtrip around bozar trying to get out of looked doors we went outside where i found out that cute guy from parachutes (i need some kind of blackberry for nameremembering, something i can take a picture with and then instantly write down the name with, although might be concieved as quite rude, hello, nice to meet you, hold on let me just get my nameremebermajingy so i dont forget you in about 3…2….1… hold on, what was your name again?) anyway, where i found out that hes a vegan who doesnt eat fruit, cause fruit are alive to. (ill leave it up to you to decide what you think about that and not comment with something like “hahhahahahha” at all)

after this things become a bit hazy but i know that this is when the real party actually started (when most of the people got kicked out)

melissa and casey from fisherspooner who did emerge and i danced without shoes in an ever growing pile of merlot that i without failure left behind as i danced my way through the shambled crowd of art appriciators.

jérome sans who curated the exhibition (used to be the curator for palais de tokyo in paris)

tragically miscalculating the size of kyle fields face hah

the singer from das pop with a very swoony name (at least i remember that he indeed has a swoony name)

when bozar closed dj darko drove me in his fancy car to some other place in brussels where we all magically met up and had champagne and i was too stubborn to wear my shoes which dj darko thought was a bad idea and i thought was none of his business.

then we all went back to the meridién since we all stayed at the same hotel.

where i had about an hour to spend before having to pack and get in a taxi to the airport

so i kept myself awake by visiting different rooms and people and getting dragged into all sorts of risky business.
until the sun started to rise and i found myself at the airport passing out skaned out over the seats. around 11am i found myself in sweden having to get ready for the big party, not having been to bed yet. yetset, yes yes.

wednesday i went back and forth in a taxi countless times and even had two assistans to help me so there was not much time to do anything else. although finishing off around 1am i did take a sneak wonder around bozar and shot some of the other artitsts stuff to show you. (there was alot more than this going on but i was so tired i felt like passing out or being sick, possibly both)

antony from antony and the johsons

one of the girls from cocorosie who ive forgotten the name of

miss kittin

brian eno

kembra phaler

cant remember

pete doherty

ok so i took ALOT of pictures of the kills’s stuff but they just happen to be a. one of the best bands ever and b. have the most gorgeous woman in the world fronting their band (hotels not bad either). jefferson hack was in alot of their pictures, did he and vv have a thing? how sloppy seconds world that be, kate moss must have been dying to get in there. oh well, bitter schmitter.

is that a picture of a pitcure of kate moss naked in a wedding dress or is that a picture of kate moss naked in a wedding dress?

tuesday was the day to put the video together. so the chicks performed with their usual instruments (scissors, sewing machine, rocks, a shoe etc) in front of a blue (green) screen and made the best little dance performances which made me laugh.

the mac generation

then we finished early to go and have a lush dindins at a maroccan place.

where we talked about the afterlife and surrpunding subjects. maybe it was all the candles.

not being satisfied with the vin rouge at the restaurant some of us went to sit outside and still our craving.

it was such a great night, still really warm at 10, sitting outside in a belgian square drinking shiraz.

then italy won the football and the city was flooded with crazily happy italians weaponed up with flags and whissles. so we took an evening walk back to the hotel where we bumped into jérome, the illusive curator and his parisian girlfriend. so the only option really was to get stupidly drunk in the hotel bar and disuss the death of all things art.

(tourism warning again - even worse, drunk tourism-warning)

“i know this is as touristy as it gets, and damn i hate tourists in general and touristy things in particular, but fuck me this is beautiful” - me, trying to justify the overwhelming need to document this.

huligans!

arrived in brussels and met up with the girls in the lobby before going to the amazing exhibition space at bozar.

the whole trip i averaged 10 taxitrips a day so it was taxi-tourism-tastic
brussels has the most amazing arcitecture, old buildings and romance provocing areas.

kathi made the best catsuits ever for the chicks to perform in the film in.

the building was great to work in and had these little knooks and crannies (ehm) that made for sweet finds.

(if you are sensitive to tourism pornograhphy stop looking now)

pete doherty is exhibiting next to the girls.  its all used needles and blood stained pieces of paper. thats not art, thats recycling.brussels is beautiful and lots of picture proof is coming shortly.also my dream man is the curator of this exhibition. about 40, blazerwearing, frenchspeaking, art curator with shiny shoes and a past as the main man for palais de tokyo. when he leans over and compliment my tshirt i feel like a teenager again. 

getting up at 4.30 tomorrow to get on a plane to brussels. yey

go to yoox now and check out the exclusive limited line that chicks on speed has made for them and their anniversary.
also watch the video that deb made when we were in copenhagen!

saturday i went for lunch at a psuedo french bistro (”we dont have ketchup cause this is a french bistro, we only serve french food” well that would be fine if you didnt play this awful spanish gipsy sounding music that is so obviously not french) with deb, melissa and anne mie. then me and anne mie continued to get coffee and cake and sat in the park mostly famous for its gay cruising men lurking around. we discussed fear of water and the level of sarcasm was very impressive indeed. then we walked to norrebro where anne mie has her studio and i was meant to meet clinton.

norrbro is amazing, it gave me the greatest goosebumbps cause of the architecture and narrow sidestreets. i could absolutley consider living there for a while. in fact i am considering that right now.

then i went to see clinton who i havent seen for 5 years. he is an australian guy who likes teenage fanclub and lived in oslo during the time i used to live there (for a short while). i had such a teenage crush on him back then and hes still this handsome tom waits voiced man so it was really fun to see him again. we had wine at his café, then beer in the park with his australian friends. then i went back to the hotel and me and melissa went out for dindins at gefärdlisch (is that the way you spell it?) thats a restaurant owned by a girl we met the night before. she wanted us to come and try out her place so we did and had really nice food and wine for free. always a + then i met up with clinton and the boys at the bridge where we sat for hours drinking wine and rollning my eyes at loud men. what happened then is a bit complicated and actually not that worth knowing so ill skip it. good night.

the morning after we checked out and melissa went back to hamburg. i biked around for ages on the streets of copenhagen on the hotel bike. until i went to clintons café and had coffee and my dosage of fashion mags until anne mie came by and said hi/bye. then i took a train to malmö and met up with malin for park-hang.

and walked around in the sun.

monday i was tired and wanted to sleep away an intire day but instead i took the boat over to denmark with lisa and boozed up for the festival (that i am now not going to so really for nothing) and then we had lunch on the veranda and talked about ldn.

so today i was meant to go to hultsfred, the biggest music festival in sweden. but since im lying in my bed with a fever thats making me dream surreal nightmare snippets and a sore throat that only allows me to eat icecream and a combination of both that is making me feel small, pathetic and 8 years old again i wont be going. instead i will get over myself (since i wasnt actually all that excited about it in the first place, its just now that i cant have it that i want it like kookoo - isnt that the way it usually goes) and look forward to going to brussels on sunday.

im going to help chicks on speed with their exhibition as they are one of around 20 (group of) artists involved in the show. what makes me seriously thrilled except fr ofcourse the girls are the other amazing people who are involved, such as: Devendra Banhart, David Byrne, Pete Doherty, Brian Eno, Fischerspooner, THE KILLS, Miss Kittin, Yoko Ono, PATTI SMITH, Nick Zinner and plenty of other people. so if you didnt have the decency to get jelaous before, now is the time. i sure as hell know i would be if it wasnt me going.

waking up on friday i got goosebumps thinking of one of my fav things in the world, hotel brecky.
it all there, layed out for you, you eat things you never eat otherwise (cause really, who has the fucking enegry to prepare a continental brecky unless your the cast of a cheezy unrealistic tv-soap or anthea turner, sorry non-british people for that slightly private comparison to a low-life)

after that me and deb went searching for caffeine on the streets of copenhagen.

which we had on some steps, gossiping about various berlin based artists and the dramas that entail, discussing vice’s inability to come up with something new and the need for moccasins.

then the other chicks joined in and after some more caffeine intake, we went back to the hotel to borrow bikes and follow casper to bryggen for some s&m, sun and moronic hockey guys who dont understand a. art, b. anything else.

deb shot for the yoox video until we were all hazed by the sun and decided that lunch was the best cure.
casper took us to a boat in the harbour where we had delish risotto and a great view. at that point i had reached a fullblown catatonic state from the sun and mostly drifted in and out of a non-social state of mind.

at least someone had the guts to tell me and my camera to fuck off (in this case, caspers daughter, cornelia)

after a quicky back to the hotel we went to a bbq in the meatpacking district of copenhagen (apparently the place to be now) which the boys in ‘who made who’ had arranged. a great band that chicks has toured with. we ate cake in a cup and made a mission out of sumggling in red wine and then finding a cork screw for that red wine. then who made who and chicks on speed did an excellent secret gig which dubbled up as a pyromanics wet dream when melissa fired up cartons and lit up the place (and part of my foot).

after the show we were invited over to jolene down the road by the gorgeous girls who promised liqorice shots and better times. and i got my answer to where all the pretty girls are (and pretty people in general for that matter), they are all sitting outside jolene smoking marlboro lights and drinking brought booze. such a great discovery. and oh, i take back what i usually say when i watch the L word, its apparently not at all a hoax that there are places where all the chicks are hot as hell.

then we went back to the hotel were i obsessed about hotel brecky and then snuck out on adventures when the other girls were sound asleep. great bloody night.

thursday my babies grew up and so lycke & lisa steps into the real world. that meant cake and champagne in the middle of the day. just before i scooped off to copenhagen to spend a weekend with melissa and the chicks who were playing at the distortion (pseud0) festival.

getting there (after having wandered around for a bit before an insainly pretty guy helped me find the hotel we were staying at) i felt quite pleased with the choice of room, a duplex suite is on the not so shabby side.

the chicks came back from dindins and i popped the wine i had brought along whilst we hung around, the girls being filmed for a little video for an internet shop that is launching an exclusive chicks on speed line! in true serious mode there were discussion mixed with a little throwing themselves about in the sofa. classic!

then the promoter came and started pickpocketing our minibar and immediatley after that drove (drink&drive/work/sleep/eat/think - the true danish way of things) us to the venue.

the venue was a indoor basketball court and the glowsticks were so many, im glad i dont do hallucigenic cause that would have been seriously scary. there were about 2000 glowsticks for every person in there.

so we took it easy backstage with some champagne and glowsticks glasses making us slightly eppelptic.

then the chicks went on - and they ruled (ofcourse) i took about 1 mil photos. here are some of them.

after the gig the champagne was flowing in neverending streams backstage which made for a great party.
especially since the girls were gorgeous and the boys were young and we were all drunk. i think i had about 2 magnum champagne bottles on my own, which ofcourse made for a great afterparty im putting a censur on.