tunnel T banan

"tunnel T banan
The building of the subway
Favour Götgatan's businessmen
Slussen Södra Bantorget Skanstull
Skarpnäck Enskede Örby"

Photo 1, March 7th 1933, photographer unknown, Spårvägsmuseet


"every day
The Stockholm Paper
Stockholm's Daily
to the point - independent - fun - stimulating"



Photos 2 - 6, 1933, photographer unknown, Spårvägsmuseet


This intersection I pass by almost every day, to and fro my home, shops and transportation. (I live to the left!)

Photos 7 - 8, 1957, photographer unknown, Spårvägsmuseet

Photo 9, 1933, photographer unknown, Spårvägsmuseet
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This concludes my historical pictorical tour of Skanstull. No more of this.
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Tonight! Flexing in the weekend is yours truly Colouroïd DJing the home studio 80's synthy tunes at El Mundo. Erstagatan 21, 21 - 01. You're most welcome!

Would you like to listen to an early Flexi-mix? Clicken sie hier, bitte.
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PS. I have a crush on this necklace - bodylace! - by Fannie Schiavoni at
Bon Vintage. Ooh, the high back. I wouldn't mind this with a simple white tee.
Maybe it's time to get an income?
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Weekend Hello!
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Photos published with permission by Stockholmskällan/The Stockholm Source.
(The images link to their original locations.)

Treat

Have you already watched Spike Jonzes beautiful short I'm here,
or can I bring this treat into your life?

It's free online for your pleasure.

PS. Over at Meryl Smith's blog, the woman who made the rats for I'm here,
I find the tackiest Halloween costume ever. Yes. It did make me laugh.

Yayoi Kusama was right

"One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness. As I realized it was actually happening and not just in my imagination, I was frightened. I knew I had to run away lest I should be deprived of my life by the spell of the red flowers. I ran desperately up the stairs. The steps below me began to fall apart and I fell down the stairs straining my ankle."

- Yayoi Kusama has said Wikipedia tells me.

The invasion of the polka dots, and ultimately the annihilation of the world, has begun in the forest. Summer is here.

Neither Hekla nor Katla

Here is one of the mountains that I was drawing.
It's not a finished thing, just a sketch, an idea.
I hardly ever draw just for the fun of it and it was great.

And it's my mother's birthday today!
Grattis Sirkka-Liisa!

The straight and the narrows

I'm lost in drawing land. In lust for a new header I've unexpectedly embarked on a journey full of diamonds, bird's nests and hollow mountains, I'm channeling Iceland. Today is my set deadline for this nonsense, tomorrow I hope to post perhaps no header, but the result.

PS. For more Icelandism: Cynthia Stern - Monkey Face Ansikte is to be found here and if you're not sick of all the nonsense go American here.

This weekend...

...we attended the childrens' architecture show Building Blocks
(sweet but much too dark for my camera's eye).



...we played with suncats and sunkisses.

...we spied upon the secret world of children and their beloved.


...I saw that hard surfaces might look as smooth and soft as silk.

...a hairy monster invaded my desk....

...and another tried to swallow the sky.

I was never afraid.

How do you make a Monday like this sweet?

I'm thinking a lovely dinner.
And music.

Tonight I'll go listen to a debate arranged by the Swedish Film Board and the Arts Counsil on artistic freedom, ethics and responsibility, censorship, freedom of expression, media and politics.

Let's hope there will be food for thought.

PS. If you thought my header was too sombre you'd tell me, right?
I think it looks clumsy and heavy, I might have to do something about that.

In mute

Muted is my mood today although the sun is shining and we stand on the brink of weekend. It feels like I'm asking myself all the right questions and have to remind myself I needn't come up with an answer or a rule to regulate the incompletes.

It feels frustrating.

PS. Saturday it's flexi-time mit Colouroïd!
Babajan, Katarina Bang 75, 21 - 01
Exchange the 17th to the 23d and press repeat, I repeat, press repeat.

Northern humour

I'm in awe of this ransom note in Swicelandic/Icewedish:

"Put 30 billion Euro in the garbage bin Icelandic Embassy tonight and we'll turn off the volcano! Not call the police!"

Over at Breaking News you can learn:

7:53pm 4/19 Update: Iceland weather service confirms it was looking at wrong volcano; Hekla is not erupting

All is going well in the North.

PS. Interesting explorations.

(The image links to its original location.)

Pearls, ribbons and lace

These big girls I pass by almost every day on my morning walk.
I like how their armored bodies are tricked out with lacelike patterns, sheer pastels and fashionably coarse necklaces. I love their vintage colours and their sharp yet rounded angels.

Also I like asking myself: Where should I go today?

PS. I would not want this job.

Weekends are heaven

I've become something of a heaven collector lately (in Swedish the word for heaven and sky is the same - himmel - so I feel free to do as I will) and as spring enfolds my camera points gradually upwards like a dirty peekaboo crocus.

These are from Saturday's ramblings.
I can't believe the weekend is nearly over - again.

Tonight awaits coconutcurryveggiesandveggieschnitzel and films films films, preferably digested in bed.

Tomorrow I'll place an order for Patti Smith's Just kids.
The future looks bright.

PS. Det här är en gammal bloggpost men jag tycker att historien är fantastiskt rolig. Speciellt i en matblogg.

I keep calm, admiring the lava

Because of recent events and Glenn's Icelandic heritage, we were joking about what it would be like being stuck at Iceland for a year or two. I must say, as long as I wasn't devoured by months of lava fountains, a blood red sun, sulphurous fog and burning rivers as in 1783 (you can read about it here) and I could keep on doing what I do (the conditions!), I would love to live abroad for some time again, and I would love to do it there and in such good company...

Let's hope for all our sakes that Katla isn't awakened by Eyjafjallajökull.

PS. You do know which song and artist the post title refers to, yes?

In this golden light

Spring is in town!
I can feel it, even though today is grey.

Tonight there's a Hux Flux Flexi gig at El Mundo, Erstag 21, 21 - 01.
And tomorrow I celebrate my birthday, sweetly.

More running houses are turning into stars over at What Was Once.
And I'm thinking of veggie Pasta Carbonara. Yum!

PS. Breaking Bad.
It's the worst way to end your day, for you never want to go to bed.