Bathed and baked

Sitting at night by my desk, I can still fell the sun burning on my face from a weekend of sun and wine and Glennliness.

Lovely Lidia is here from Barcelona and it's nice to team up with everyone and enjoy how we no longer live in darkness. No matter what troubles we might encounter before then, the holidays do lie ahead.

Inside I'm reeling ever so slightly from the punch in the face that is Kimberley Reed's excellent and sad documentary Prodigal Sons. (What unknown legacy did Orson Welles leave behind?) It's up at SVT Play until June 24th.

PRC Paper dolls

Sometimes I like having old Project Runway episodes on when I work.
After going through Project Runway Canada season 2 yet another time,
I decided to make my own paper doll creations for some of the challenges.

And a bathing suit for some reason.
Silly but fun.

From bedroom to boardroom, a power suit and underwear.
I was thinking a Russian inspired dress going suit, with paisley cuffs and a tie belt, and black halterneck underwear with long silk ribbons.

Return of the supermodel: A dress for Coco Rocha.
I took an Elizabethan lacey collar and turned it down and added white pearl buttons. And then a clean raw silk dress with an open back.

I really wanted to draw a bathing suit though there was no such challenge.
I was thinking a white bathing cap with a bow, either a real one or one drawn on with black contours. And a black halterneck bathing suit with a shirt collar.

Fun!
Now I'll go back to work.

(The original paperdoll comes from here. My! She's a busty number.)

The green patch

Poor health makes it hard for me to sleep tonight.
Damn you, much too early rainy morning.
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In this tired evening I want to add that I love Om jag var din hemmafrus tip What the fuck should I make for dinner? Curse words and food, two of my favourite things.

Have a lovely weekend!

I intend to curl up next to my boy in our hallowed mess, eat pasta salad, watch cliffhanging FlashForward episodes and possibly do the laundry. It's what this evening requires.
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Edit: I fell asleep at 11 p.m., missed all FlashForward episodes, left the laundry for my boy but did indeed eat lots of pasta salad. Girlfriend of the year am I.

More war in art

M.I.A. - Born Free.
This lady isn't afraid to go for the jugular. Crash boom bang.


The Second World War - yours truly
A slightly different approach to war.






WWII in a three room flat in the suburb of Rinkeby, Stockholm, 2007.

A gang of multi coloured Nazis practicing with their weapons on the access balcony didn't raise any neighbor's eyebrows. In this neighborhood you can wave your red flag from your balcony or build weapons sitting by the highway all you like without anyone looking impressed.

Pictures of a war

For all ye Swedes and Swedish speakers out there I want to recommend this April issue of SVT:s Kobra, on Belfast and the political war that took, and still takes, place on the walls of the city; political murals made by both sides and on how the propaganda continues and changes with time. The program can be watched at SVT play until June 15th.

Me, I'm all buttered up from Indian cuisine and refurnishings.
I'll spend the night in bed by my lover boy, watching movies.
That's where old ladies belong, in bed.

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.

Triptych: Me in a lamp base

Today it's hard to wake up.
Neither coffee nor Project Runway is doing it for me.
My belly is all funny from too much beetroot salad.
And Virus Syndicate is a much too loud choice.

This mix-and-match waking up isn't working for me.