mischeif & manic marbles of the mayhem-esque me’s

1. almost a whole skin
2. white wine spritzer tube
3. AIDS
4. stop whispering start dancing your clothes off

last night we went way too late to the WE launch thingy at marshals shop - slam city skates, so instead we popped back to mine (SCS is in covent garden) for some wine and sandys obsessions. thinking about going to maddox we decided against it and tubed over east for the WE afterparty at mcbeth. i have literally never seen so many fine looking men gathered in such a small space my entire life, it was like a smörgåsbord of delishiousness. so we had a good time. not content we headed to joiners afterwards (a last chance for romance in shoreditch place, also known as an aids nest if there ever was one), where the oh so sweet fredrik danced all his clothes off and sandy and i went mental on the dancefloor.
this morning i walked home from shoreditch (after being lost round bank for about 15 minutes laughing out loud to / at myself. my rule not to ask anyone for directions ever is still sticking, but i got my head around it after a while) ofcourse not until i poppedover to holborn for a quick fall lunchdate in the park. really i have to stop internetting and start getting ready for my date tonight. proper dinner and drinks thing, cant remember when i last went on one of those. i might just forget my manors and think that its fine to show up with last nights make-up as long as im wearing a dress over the 500 pound mark. my bed is so warm, everything outside of it feels very cold.

tonight - WE line launch party + maddox with sandy and anna
tomorrow day - parkdate
tomorrow night - datenight
friday day - styling/shooting in hotelroom
friday night - kitsuné party
saturday day - co-styling a video/shoot
saturday night - movie/datenight
sunday - southbank to watch skaters/dateday
monday - R&R

so steven meisel did a shoot for italian vogue. he chose the brilliant subject of the british tradition dogging (if you know not of this, visit hampsted heath and an expert you shall be) which then italian vogue had the decendy to refuse to print. saying it was to raunchy. its official, vogue are prudes!

so kate does a spread for chinese vogue looking exactly like she always does. is this really still supposed to excite people??

i have liked some of the stuff alex&chloe pop put for quite some time. and id love to get my hands on the gilded capsule and gold mooseantlers. but hey, heres a fucking tip. the next time you drink a beer, save the thingy and put it in a chain. when i was a teenager i used to have 100’s of them in my keychain. it was a punks way of telling you they liked you. i still wear some of them in chains. but i would certainly never pay good money for it. that would be like buying a ready ripped pair of jeans. and i think they just lawed capitol punishment on that faux pas?!

i love how lina schenynius have decided to share her relationship with me and you and you.








softcore at its best. (so this is why its good to have a boyfriend?

we all know how i feel about streetstyle
but this chick from streetpeeper

(dont know how i came across it cause i dindt visit their site)

is shit hot.

A: What accessories do you wear everyday?

i dont have any that i wear every single day. except for a silver bar that goes through a piercing i have.
although i have an obsession with anything gothic like these from pamela love and david&martin, my fav jewelry brand.

id take that over a tiffany diamond any day.

B: What is your beauty routine?

clinique make up remover, daily exfoliating, clinique 3 step, clinique foundation, ysl mascara, ysl eyeliner, chanel light base eyeshadow, mac eyebrow brush and pencil set, chanel nailpolish or dior manicure on an everyday basis. usually all mac on going out nights.

C: What was the last item of clothing (for yourself) that you purchased?

belt + blazer
and lots of lacey underwear

D: Do you use a dresser, closet, or both?

none

E: What type of earrings are in your ears right now?

none

F: What type of figure do you have (measurements)?

ehm, scarlet johansson in a love song for bobby long when she’s stuffing herself with smarties dipped in peanutbutter.
with a fatter face.

G: Do you wear glasses?

i have perfect eyesight but every once in a while i wanna nerd it up and pull some rayban specs out of my hat.
not felt pretentious enought for a long time though.

H: What type of handbag do you carry?

lately ive been sporting a slouchy patent leather bag with gold zip, otherwise i usually have a tote of some sort or my new small silverstudded black leather bag.

I: What is your ideal style?

i have 2 ideals that couldnt be further from eachother. 1 which i have sported all my life, the black, black and über black, mixed with different fabrics such as mainly leather but also chiffon, crushed velvet and satin. thrown into the mix of studs, gold and silver jewlery, patent leather, fur and lace. favs beeing skinny jeans and blazers with a tshirt and ankleboots, my signature everydaylook. mixed up with leather skirts and dresses and lace /snake skin printed jeans. a chrissy hynde look mixed with a bit of french vogue maffia and on a going out night damaged as hell with short shorts and ripped whathaveyou. oh and thigh high suede boots. No.2 is a sixties anna karina, jane birkin, edie, eva green in the dreamers kind of look which i once in a while come back to when i feel the need to feel pretty. edie being the inbetween go girl.

otherwise i love a hard skaterish look on girls and think immaculate skins and proper mods dress amazingly.





J: What is your favorite brand of jeans?

cheap monday, april 77, acne jeans

K: Do you wear knee-hi stockings?

absolutley

L: Do you *have* to wear matching lingerie?

no, but i have a deep rooted obsession with lingerie. bras, knickers, knee highs, stockings, garthers, corsets, alles!
if i know theres a chance someone will see it i am immaculately dressed underneath my outfits.
sometimes is like dressing up for the bedroom more than for the street. oh and nighties.

M: Do you wear makeup?

yes. im not afraid of going out without make-up, i dont put any on to pop down marks&sparks but i do love make-up and have a huge selection of mac eyeliners in every colour, chanel nailpolish and eyeshadows and eyelashes made from feathers, gold and blue peacock.

N: Do you wear nightgowns?

usually i sleep in knickers and a tshirt which is one of the sexiest looks i know. if im cold i add some AA overknees and a shirt. but when i want to spice things up i have plenty of laced, chiffon and cotton nighties, got a new pinkish beige with black edges and bow yesterday which im dying to show off with a matching set of knickers and bra. (see obsession)

O: What outerwear do you put on when going out on a typical winter’s day?

ive never been a one jacket kind of girl. right now i shift between a grey faux fur, a black suede jacket with big black faux fur collar, a black feltish biker jacket with white fury collar and my leather jacket although never without a hoodie and plenty of wolly scarves. i cant wait to get my green army parkas back from my ex’s house.

P: What is your favorite perfume?

i only wear viktor& rolf - flowerbomb, both as perfume and body lotion, which makes helena go crazy and amazingly enough pulls on my behlaf all the time. and narcisco rodriguez - for her, which someone told me the other night was the nicest thing he’d ever smelled.

Q: Is your motto “quality over quantity” when it comes to clothing and accessories?

neither, i have dresses and shoes that cost more than 2 months london rent but i have plenty of shitty topshop tshirts aswell. not to mention thrift finds for about 50 pence. i couldn’t care less what things cost as long as a find them amazing.
although i would never but something kookoo enough like the 8000 quid balmain i trid on the other day. id rather give that money to the bum on the corner or take all my friends for a weekend in paris.

R: Do you wear rain boots?

no i dont own any “rain boots”. oh and they are called wellies.

S: Do you wear socks or slippers when your feet get cold?

oh yes, i have a selection of warm footwear. i love it. i have some hello kitty socks my ex bought me that has the softest interior imaginable. and to boot they have detachable hello kitty heads on the toes. socks and cuddly toy in one, the kinder egg of socks. then i have some boho style knitted socks with yarnballs, a pair of black uggs and a pair of grey ugg style slippers sandy gave me. none of these will ever be worn in public and fall under dirty little secret wears.

T: Do you have a set of travel luggage?

no, although i just got a new black suitcase when i was back in sweden the other week. since i had stuck with my last one since i moved to england when i was 18. it has been everywhere in the world and always extremly trusty. i literally wore it to death. i would however like the snakeskin set from the top. i really wanted to goldball studded black suitcase stella mccartney made a few years ago but i never got it. regret that slightly.

U: What is your daily uniform?

black leatherlike leggings, black tshirt (at the moment a boy london one with a eagle sandy and annas boss/daddy was sued over, in what i think was the 80’s, for looking too much like a nazi symbol), black blazer, black patent ankle boots, 2 amazing chunky sterling silver bangles that my mum gave me when i was in sweden. sometimes with loads of bangles and bracelets and rings and long chain necklaces but usually completly plain.

V: If you are married, did you wear a veil with your wedding dress?

im not married. but when i do get married im wearing a black short dress.
either a see through black shift dress like jane birkin in the picture above with a bra and knickers under or some sort of lace & leather based dress. drunk in a ripped tshirt, greasy hair and knickers will also do.
my face wedding outfits of all time ofcourse being jens and le hubby and the fictional wedding in blow (very bianca jagger)

W: Do you wear a watch?

no. never have.

X: What item of clothing always makes you feel beautiful?

most dresses i own makes me feel pretty good about myself.
otherwise i find that skinny jeans and a tshirt is usually the best way to go.

Y: What is your favorite type of yarn?

yarn? ehm, the rodarte kind.

Z: Do you prefer zippers or buttons?

ZIPPERS! obsessed with zippers

well this only took like a few hourse. its 2.52 am. good thing i dont sleep. JEN ITS YR TURN!

it can’t possibly just be me who thinks that the comme des garcons collection for H&M looks like shit? HONESTLY?
there is not a single item of clothing i would want to wear, much less pay actual currency for. if forced i could wear the trilby but thats my limit. i don’t even wanna post a demonstrational photo of pieces of the collection cause i don’t wnat anything that tasteless on my blog. so instead rei kawakubo, who designed the piece of shit collection. how can something so cute make something so nasty? the only person i could imagine look even slightly ok in any of the stuff is susie but even her quirky little asian frame would do well by staying away from this one. after karl, stella and viktor & rolf the whole thing has just gone far overboard. the tackyness of cavalli did not work on the high street just as much as they wouldnt work if it wasnt for orange tanned leopard print wearing millionaire spinsters with no taste, the madonna collection was a joke, not even for the dried up prunes who love a satin hem. and this is just a follow up. at least topshop has the decency to not spend millions advertising dots.

oh and yoshie’s undercover book is out.

it would totally be a skin baby.

if i kissed and told this blog would be a far far more interesting place but since i never have (re-read every single post if you dont believe me) im not about to start now, just wanted to hint that in like a cherry on the icing that is an obcene amount of photos to come to sum up the later part of my week. wednesday night i somehow found myself alone in bed wearing a purple satin and lace set from agent provocateur and thought fuck this so i ventured out in the camden night finding a friend not seen in ages showing making me forget all abondonment issues. the day after i somehow found myself in shoreditch and decided that the day was best spent on sandys floor (sandy and anna lives in a thrift store in shoreditch called sick) so as the costumers browsed we cuddled up under a huge duvet on a corner on the floor watching films on the laptop.

closing up we prepartied to the kills and tried on jugend style outfits before the sweet swedes billie and bella came over with fags and beers and jelly bears.

(if you stand peeking in through the shopwindow at night you get to experience all from violence to nudity and such items as drugs, sex & punk inbetween)

sex

cellar pre-hang with kollominnen

my little skin

when b&b’s friend marshall had arrived and discussed the fact that he so far had missed 30 flights in his life (making it 31 the day after as he stayed out, got fucked with us and then missed his 7am flight) we went to the old blue last where vice magazine had their launch party.

the evening consisted by a mix of italian indie boys, ruling the dancefloor, making new friends and seeing old.

after dancing so expertedly the floor went scarse by inferiority we decided to leave at the top and de-toured by the market where we tried to lift some goodies before sandy was told off by the guard who then ended up giving her advice on which pasta salad to choose. got to love it.

snuggled up with this is england (yes yes as everyone knows im a total nazi) and marilyn.
falling asleep just like the good old days, before the drama rubbished up our love and lust, being spooned by my baby.

living where you work has its perks. the short commute is one of them. so with diet coke for breaky we sat on the cold stone steps cherishing the little bursts of sunlight carressing our day after skin and trying its best to vanish the coke chic look we so effortlessly sport.

a day of absolute drama/trauma/breaking down and coming back up for air again was in store for sandy.
a little hanging humour (oh the pun intended) cheered up slightly.

stealing wifi like theres no tomorrow

no make-up but plenty of self distance.

we took a turn to beyond retro to find something drop dead damaged to wear that night.

then countless cokes later i had to find an outlet for all that sugar and caffeine so i sharpied myself a tattoo based on some art done by a swede i found in dazed. it ended up pretty good.

after closing up we tubed (oh the disgrace) our way home for a quicky at mine. victor came over and got us and then camden town became next. but not until some photobooth documentation had been made. ofcourse.

trying on the sex for size. fits pretty well.

the mongoloid look ALSO pretty damn hot (ok RIOT please, i bet no one gives a shit about the mongoloid look but the slant eyes gets everyones attention yeah. wads)

collarbone is xxx

victor is a retardee

time to leave. now.

the obligatory stop at the mixer (a place which used to be hot and now is shit and i hate but sandy drinks for free there so i have to hide my instinct to tell everyone i see to fuck off and die. actually that is such a blatant lie, i constantly tell everyone at the mixer to fuck off and die. i am not known as the happy cheerful type there. probabrly nowhere in camden come to think of it. not many appriciate my extreme sense of superiority except ofcourse sandy which is one of the reasons why i love her so much)

then the fairly newly opened hawley although does anyone actually still hang there after the rebuild? mosshart? winey? oh well. sandy got fucked in the loo (no not in the literal sense) which a swing of emotions that would baffle anyone except i think two people (me and anna included) of tears, lauhgter, anger, hate, love, acrobacy, cider & black.

sharpie fades when you dance. then we scraped ourself off the loofloor just in time for me too 2nd meet someone who made me smile and thought i smelled unbeliveably nice. which was nice. so as i coversed with such a man, sandy was busy making calls to sweden ending up shouting so loud that the entire hawly stopped in its steps wondering if 4th world war was goona kick in. it manifested itself by sandy throwing her most cherished possesion (her phone) as fucking hard as she possibly could in the wooden floor sending pieces of blackberry-esque phone in all directions. the two in my company looked at me as if i was supposed to have some kind of major reaction. i calmly explained that its sandy. its just sandy. love her i do, but she certainly knows how to steal the show. any show. so as we were asked to leave i got romanced at the bus stop before having all intentions to meet marshall for kareoke but ending up denying men afterparty in the shop and finishing watching this is england with a cheeseburger eating baby next to me. one i would do anything for.

the day after i retouched my sharpied tat and decided to byromark sandy aswell. she wanted a pinup.

which she got. 1st draft.

finished result.

keep in mind i only had a byro to work with but she loved it so much she is permanently tattooing it next week. less beehive though so fuckwads doesnt ask her if its amy winehouse. some minor adjustments is in its place but its pretty amazing that shell have something i drew on her arm forever.

sorry jen, but we have a soft spot for our docs.

the shit thing about spending all together 20 minutes at home in 4 days is the shortage of battery on my compact and ofcourse the in this case no trusy c-shot stops working as we are prepartying in the back of a painters van on its way to the suburbs of london. hidden by a blanket so we wont get pulled over by the police. going to newly tattood richards house with sandy and chris, where the room was thick full of smoke. before heading into town again for the cherry cola night at the prince of wales which is known for its fine looking tattood men and real music. after dancing and the other d’s. drinking, dodgeing fugly men and derobing some of them in our minds i had enough of someones destructive fuckups and thought it time to leave. ofcourse thats usually when the best things happens. such as realising that bmx’rs have nice arms and tea chlichés still work.

and even though it was a typical london drizzlin day we kept our word on a shopping day with amazing finds, sushi and firealarms. anna is back from france looking better than ever. and even though im getting sweet texts from sandy living it up in camden im so happy i decided to have a night in to savour some of that alone time that i love so much. mostly so that tomorrow i have the energy to start again….

got a bit creative in the shop today.

(any guess to what im listening to)

oh the rubbishness of my non-blogging days depend on the fact that ive barely been in my flat for the last few nights. starting with a disaster that flowed into some amazing nights out have resulted in 100’s of pictures that ill soon share. but as im just home to shower before im off out again on my shambled shannanigans ill leave you with some copy and paste from sandys blog and some old photobooth for you to feast on. xoxo sleeping rough girl.

“Sanna and I are sitting on the street smoking. All of a sudden I notice that someone’s smoking weed.

Sandy: Who’s smoking weed?
Sanna: Hm. Oh, that guy over there. Aaah, it smells like my ex!”

“Yesterday Sanna came to the shop. We watched a film, drank diet coke and laughed, just like in the good old days. Later on we went to the Old Blue Last where we drank cider and black, danced and flirted with cute Indie boys, just like in the good old days. Then we went home and fell asleep holding each other tightly, just like in the good old days.”

”

Still sitting on the street smoking.

Sandy: Ah look, cute boys!
Sanna: Ew fuck no! I wouldn’t do any of them, not even for ten quid!”

“i cant remember the last time i laughed as hard as i have been doing for the last 10 minutes. there is a certain sandy esque laugh that only seem to emerge as the two of us bundle up in a joyous huddle of deep and dark sarkasm, slips of the tongue and oh true love. its a laugh that starts from deep down the belly and cuckles up the troat flourishing as a laughter heard the block around. it stops people in their steps (as it just had), infects them either with a “what the FUCK is wrong with them?” frown or a “ah happiness” cheecky smile. either way, i couldnt care less. what’s more important is the purity of the affection i hold for the petite but fiesty chick next me, bum frozen stiff, diet coke guzzling little darling of a sandy.

i love you and i’d do you for even less than a tenner.

sanna”

im basically fucking sandys blog behind my blogs back.