These are the pale pastels

The last episode of the colourful exposé that was The abandoned brewery.
Next week my blogging goes back to how it once was.
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Story:

This is where Heinrich, Berlin based urban exploration fan, takes all of his out of town:ers, "since it's so easy to break in". We had a beautiful day exploring nooks and corridors, halls and broken staircases, finally climbing up the roof drinking bubbles watching beautiful Berlin below us.

When Heinrich first found the brewery a year ago it was completely intact, with bottles and equipment in place, just like it was left in the 90's. Since then people posted its location online and it's been trashed, like Teufelsberg.
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Friday Hello!

Tonight we give in to the call of the Flexi-pop!
Colouroïd DJ-session, Babajan, Katarina Bang 75, 21 - 01.
Together we'll be allein, ganz allein.

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.)

Birthday Boy

I love these photos by Karolina Brobäck and Jonas Esteban Isfält, how the golden light hits our sculpturally handsome faces. They were taken at an early Snotty DJ-evening in the name of FlexiLiebe. (My, my hair was short.)


For some time I've looked immensely forward to this weekend.

Apart from us putting a DJ Flex in the night, tonight at Babajan, Katarina Bang 75, it's my lovely Glenn's birthday this weekend! His last birthday was a treat, with bubbles in the grass and a balaclava photo contest.

High quality celebrational silliness will be required.
Have a splendid weekend y'all!

The French North

The summer of 2000 me and my sister went to Paris. We stayed at a little hotel, in a room right under the rooftop. Fitted pink carpets covered the ceiling, walls and floor and you couldn't open the one window. Exhausted from the heat and lack of oxygen our stay at the hotel more or less resembled a Benny Hill show without a Benny Hill, with us dizzily rambling about in our birthday suits, from carpet to carpet.

In the reception a twitchy guy worked. He had tired eyes and seemed to be there 24/7. He introduced himself as Loke, jester of the Aesir.

When we returned home one day from a thunder storm I said to him:
By the way, we met your brother.

He didn't get it.
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Tonight Colouroïd DJs again! El Mundo, Erstag 21, 21 - 01
There will always be enough Flexi for all of us - welcome!

My black and white life

Since summer suddenly came into my life it has been turned into black and white. The sharp and glittery blues and greens don't appeal to me once frozen and I no longer can get to the moves and breeze and scents.

Today is a very sleepy Sunday. I contemplate my gazillion ideas, that I have to work so slowly to get to what I want and that today's attempt to record new Colouroïd music failed. I feel frustrated and lazy, ambitious and loving. It's much too easy to focus on the negative to do so.

Yestereve's DJing at Babajan was a hoot. I watched Glenn dance around, hugging and haggling with people, trying to make them like what we played. That boy is full of love and mys.

"If you can't play Lady GaGa, at least you could play a little... lower."

"Don't you have any Grateful Dead?"

No. Never. We won't.

Weekend!

(Detail from What Was Once.)

This weekend Glenn and I - aka Colouroïd - DJ once more:
Saturday, Babajan, Katarina Bang 75, 21 - 01

Now I'm off for for the forest and water and sun of Sthlm.
Have a lovely weekend!

Jag ska måla hela världen lilla mamma

I will paint the whole world little mummy it's written in white on the pink bench by the allotment park. It's the title of a very preppy little childrens song that I used to listen to when I was little:

"I will paint the whole world little mummy
Full of sunshine every day
That it's raining ans is grey doesn't matter
You will have sunshine in you window anyway"

Oooh, it's very annoying and very "what a little girl should be", I feel.

Tomorrow on Walpurgis Night Colouroïd DJs the Flexi again:
El Mundo, Erstag 21, 21 - 01. Welcome!

I feel it might be a slightly different evening than last years celebrating:

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.

Retraction

Edit: No Flexi tonight, there's been a double booking at Babajan.

Let's enjoy our invisible volcano ash induced, empty air space instead. Sthlm is always huddling under thousands of lowrider planes, maybe today is the best kite day?

A kite and Autechre's - Oversteps in the headphones.

Have a lovely Saturday!
I'll go quiet my headache soon with a sandwich.

You know what's going down...

...the 17th!

Tomorrow: Flexi-pop, Colouroïd, Babajan, Katarina Bang 75, 21 - 01

Let the dystopic 80's bouncy tunes enfold you, lift you up and carry you home, slide you over your treshold and tuck you in good like that certain someone always forgot to do...

Happy weekend my dears! I'll be spieling my liebling all weekend long.

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.