Presenting my mid-life crisis: Yung Lean.
It’s January, I’ve deleted all photos on my iPhone and tried not to organize them on my external hard-drive. A mish-mash of faces I’ve loved, stupid screenshots and videos of things I should want to remember. I do and I don’t.
Jag känner igen min
lögn i ditt ansikte
dig själv i mig.
I stumbled across a list of “good statements for women to practice” the other day and thought I’d share them. Not knowing the source, I turned to Google and instead of that list I found 10 Etiquette Rules Every Modern Woman Should Know And Practice. It’s telling me to “always be chic, graceful, and a little bit sassy”, like gently letting a guy who asked you out down or just not having too many drinks. Thank you and fuck you world.
Woke up to this news and it breaks my heart. So young, so sad. RIP.
Over the past few weeks testimonials and stories about widespread misogynism and how it affects women have been shared through #metoo. What started as a hashtag on Twitter by the actress Alyssa Milano, has now become a movement and it is a painful testimony illustrating that anyone can be a victim of sexual harassment. What I think is the most important aspect is the view on sexual assaults, and the ambiguity it stands for – that it shows that all men are potential predators. This is about how society allows these men to take advantage of women of all class, culture and social status. The voices of #metoo demonstrate the scale and extent of sexual abuse and harassment that women face every day. It demonstrates the scale and extent of sexual abuse and harassment that men put women through every day.
Something is happening. Thank you all who have shared stories. We are placing the blame where it belongs. We are here.
Jesse Lacey, the front-man of my all-time favorite band Brand New has been accused and admitted to sexual misconduct with a minor. To me this is saddening, but not shocking. I even remember joking about his leaked nudes from isanyoneup but it was never funny. It doesn’t matter if he was twenty, or if he’s now owned up and apologised. I’m struggling to separate the artist from the art.
I’m glad this is their last tour, I’m glad I got to love them for over fifteen years before this news got to me, I’m glad I saw them again only a few weeks ago and I’m glad I got to experience this year’s best album Science Fiction. But mostly, I’m fucking sad. All fucking men. #ripbrandnew.
Favorite person, favorite city. September 2017.
It has taken a long time, but I have finally found the perfect tattoo artist and her name is Emelinn. She only does stick’n’pokes and is based in Stockholm. Check out her Instagram, Tumblr and put money in her pocket.
First post in forever. Work has been crazy which is also why I decided to leave Stockholm for New York for a month for half work, half vacay. Already half way in and I never want to go home. I love this city. No day is the same, even though I’m only working from hipster cafés, running in parks, dogspotting, hanging out with Alice or spending an awful lot of money on ice coffees and slushy drinks in the heat. It’s been a long year, but being here is definitely helping me to figure things out. Maybe this little space will come back to life soon. Until then, ttyn.
As usual, I’m skipping town and going back to Los Angeles this holiday season. I’m really only hoping for a little bit of sunshine, a lot of palm trees, spontaneous tattoos and some pitchers of margharita. In other words: vacay! It’s been a while now. Last time it looked like this: