24.4.11

"ARE YOU A FORTUNETELLER?" HE ASKED


























... pointing at her headband. It seems that my outfits always trigger questions. Here I am fishing in the fjord. People were standing every few meters along the coast fishing - still I didn't hear anyones triumphant screams waving a fish in the air. We are thinking of going back out tonight, so skitt fiske - shit fish - or good luck, as we say in Norwegian!

The earrings I made the other day. I will make a post about it some time, it is so easy.

19.4.11

A SPORTS-MILITARY-PANT



























...is what I want. A pant that I can wear underneath a mid-long dress or skirt to refresh the look and to give it an unexpected twist.


























These worn by the guards at Akershus Festning are not far of something I want. The two broad stripes along the leg give a long and exciting silhouette when coupled with the right skirt/dress. Although I wouldn't mind a bit tighter and more sporty fit.

16.4.11

DON'T SAY I NEVER LIKED LACE

My goal with this outfit was to see what rather small elements of colour can do to an otherwise bland an unexciting look. How I end up wearing what I do is often a mystery. As I got up this morning I decided it was about time for a treasure hunt. With that in mind I climbed two flights of stairs and ended up in my mothers room. There she keeps everything she doesn't use anymore. That is where I found the watch and earrings along with a good handful of other jewelery.

The bracelets are from Camden market and the trousers (jumpsuit) from One of a Kind in Notting Hill. The bag my father brought home from a business trip. However, it looked quite different then. I decided that the natural brown colour was a bit rustic for me and sprayed it bright green. When my father saw it he was all but over the moon about it... "That nice bag I bought you!.. You should at least have sprayed it Hermes-orange if any colour." I must have taught him something, Hermes-orange, come on!

14.4.11

DETAILS FROM A DAY AT THE FORT



























Akershus festning is an old fortress at the heart of Oslo. In the olden days it would have protected the city, then called Christiania, from attacks. Overlooking the fjord, harbour and city in general, made of stone, with small, and larger areas of grass and wild flowers, it is truly a peaceful place.

I am delighted to see that people are slowly introducing colour to their outfits: a scarf, shoes or socks. I in return feel like a great big show of colours, patterns and hats compared. As I say, every questionable look or comment is a compliment: because it means they noticed you.

13.4.11

GRANDPA'S GOT THE SAME PYJAMAS!

...was the comment I received after attending one of my best friends birthday parties this weekend. But, they are not, at least that I know of. But I guess there is one similarity: they are both damned comfortable.

12.4.11

POURING RAIN



























A detailed picture from today's outfit, unfortunately this was the only picture I got. Short Wellington boots and socks got at the Portebello Road market.

10.4.11

SUN, OUTSIDE CAFES AND FLOWY HATS

Look closely. Can you spot the bicycle?

 

























Spring has arrived – or so it seems. This weekend has been amazing weather wise, almost picturesque. The sun licking the ground, the birds singing and the flowers carefully appearing and showing of their colours.

I started the weekend of with a stroll in Oslo. Although the temperature is increasing, almost hitting 20 degrees Celsius, the inhabitants of Oslo look to be stuck in winter. After almost half a year of neutral colours, big down jackets, thick boots, mittens, scarfs and wool hats it is not far from indescribable to be able to dress for spring. Almost a relief.

Walking down Aker Brygge at 12 O'clock, (some call it Oslos navel, if not, it is at least one of the most famous places to go for a drink, day as night) all the outside tables full, people sipping on their third beer made me think about my fellow Norwegians. It might not be understandable for most people, but we have basicly been dressing in 12 layers of clothes for the previous six months. Now that the sun comes out it is like an unwritten rule to sit outside. That is as soon as the sun peaks out from behind the clouds and the temperature closes up on 15 degrees Celsius. It can almost be called a pre-spring ritual. Do you know what? It is one of my favorites.