I have a serious fashion girl-crush right now on Nadia Aboulhosn. She is so incredibly charismatic and her blog is personal in the most genuine way. Her photos are amazing as hell, the lightning and poses are like snaps out of a Sofia Coppola movie, so intriguing and inspiring. Not to mention the fashion and styling.. A-game simply put.
“I make it a point to not glamorise my life on social media,” she says herself. “I take pictures with my glasses, with no makeup. I’ll screenshot my bank account.”
“Some people aren’t happy with their own life so they try to make it look good to other people. I take pictures of me going to McDonalds. I make it a point to show I’m still eating oodles of noodles. I think that’s why people can relate to me.”
The other day I dusted off an old swedish cookbook from the 1920s (so you can imagine the dust) and looked up ‘cinnamon buns’. This comforting pastry is soft and spicy, just like the first days of autumn. Perfect with a glass of cold milk and some pinterest searches of the swedish countryside.
Nowadays, you can find the bun almost anywhere, but in the old days, all of the ingredients were so expensive it was considered a delicacy. Baking it at home wasn’t a common practice until the 50s, baked by housewives, and then it stopped being so common in the 60s as the women baking it started working.
This pastry is still celebrated in Sweden, and it even has it’s own day. This sunday to be more specific, the 4th of october. I baked them using the old recipe from the cookbook in the first photo, featuring almonds in the filling, giving them a sweet and nostalgic taste.
You can find the recipe in english over at Fanny Zanottis, my favorite (and now Sweden-based!) pastry chef.
Spring is around the corner. This is my favorite time of the year. Light creeping into every dusty corner of the apartment, small green buds swaying outside the window patiently. It is so wonderful and light and fresh, an indescribable feeling, certainly if you live in Stockholm.
Photos via pinterest, the middle one is by Ignacio Cadena.
One of my current blog crushes is Hjärtesmil, a norweigan girl living in London with the most enchanting instagram and blog. She’s so creative and talented and just seems so kindhearted. Just listen to the translation of Hjärtesmil: Heart smile. How not to like? Visit her right here.
For someone who is ridiculously interested in fashion, I’m the worst shopper. I always end up with buying nothing. I know some people would disagree (my father and grandmother among others) but I find myself always being so picky I can’t find anything. That’s why when I really obsess over an item, I’m the happiest you ever saw when I finally get it.
This pink, cotton candy-ish alpaca-wool coat from H&Ms trend collection that I got today is my ultimate love-purchase this winter. It’s sooo dreamy. I just want to spray it with sugary sweet-perfume and go lie down and take a nap in it. It goes so well with black tight Mouret-dresses and bare legs (well, in spring then..). It’s lovely, until it rains. But that wouldn’t happen, right?
Borrowed the photo of the coat here.
I wish this was a collection of my own since I would just love to get away for a couple of days but the lovely collage is by Anna Bond of Rifle Paper. I hope you’re having some great days off, I’m doing my best to relax but having worked all through december, the pile of clothes that needs to be cleaned and stuff that has to be done has just been growing.. December is nice but I can’t wait for January and a fresh new start!
Faux fur I mean. Like on these by & other stories.
Who dosen’t love a giant disco ball next to lot’s of foolscap?
The photos at & other stories always feel so alluring and contemporary, I just can’t resist them. They really put their clothes and accessories in different stories, one more enthralling then the other. I don’t know, I just find them super inspiring. Makes me want faux fur sandals, as if I needed that…
With that said – happy friday!
Chalet C7, a complete masterpiece in the Andes mountains in South America.
Chilly blue: meet dusty grey pink. Don’t remember which collection the look is from, please tell me if you know :)
If a location could be poetry, this would be it.
Bubbly floor lamps by Bauhaus-designer Max Bill.
Light snow sheets, long skirts, expressive chairs, tucked in mountain houses and playful lamps. It’s as if we’re on a modernist excursion some 2990 meters above sea level. Oh, the joys of blogging!
The most amazing cookie photography/packaging, by Früute.
Tauba Auerbachs enigmatic light and color combos.
The sort of pillow fights that should not just be reserved for films and kids under 8.
Friday! The weeks are rushing past in such an unbelievable pace, I can’t believe we’re almost half way through november.. In Stockholm, everything is pitch dark by five in the afternoon, there are no more (fresh) flowers in the marketplace and the stores have snowflake decals on their displays. It’s ok though, I like this time of year. At least if you’re well-rested. Otherwise, I’m in coffee-poisioning-mode most of the day.
Willy Wonka-ish chimney, reaching up and away like his neverending chocolate factory-elevator.
Flowery branch you nicked from a garden on your way home on a friday in may (yup, a little summer sulk here).
Floor five with a luscious gold decal. My favorite floor, even if I’m not sure where it is or what the other floors are like.
Grey, white, black, marble floors and window ceilings. Only exists on Pinterest, but still!
I love anything with a “Palais” in it’s name. It sound so soft and smooth, like a dessert almost. Much unlike the word Palace, or Palats in swedish which sound like some hard, unapproachable material or something gore-texy. The space above, Palais de Tokyo, was just born for the word I just dissected a tad too far. I want painted curtains as wallpaper when I see it!
Things in order, never fails to be appealing.
The strangest/cutest apples I found somehwere on instagram. Pink apple pie must be a winning dessert..
What does a Palais, a OCD-shelf and pink apples have in common? Well not much, except that they could all be part of a regular day and make it a little more peculiar just by being what they are perhaps.
Such an amusing concept: Gourmet mouse traps. It is what it sounds like. I think some human beings, myself included, would easily become victims (especially if it involved strawberry shortcake..).
As I’m currently attending courses in typography and graphic design, I’m suffering from slight tunnel vision which may explain some posters and stuff appearing on Lolitas from now. The calender above is set in the 18th-century font Clarendon (used in old western wanted posters among other things). I think it’s pretty in all it’s boldness, don’t you?
This kitchen is just too adorable with it’s dusty pink cupboards and diagonal checkered floor.. From a London studio I found right here.
So, saucy mouse traps, chunky typefaces and playful kitchens made for great meetings and delicious coffee breaks… These are some of the things in my inspiration-folders right now!
I’ve been the lousiest blogger. It’s a shame really, of all the things I like to do, blogging is up in the top of the list. That’s why I’ll give it a good ol’ november roll! Starting off with the ultimate “fika” (coffee and cake-time around three o’clock in Sweden) and the loveliest bathroom view. The pink cup is from Swedish Höganäs – I just love the tree plate underneath, makes it feel so cosy and wintery.
Yep, we’re of to a start! Talk to you soon then! :)
Napoleons supposedly flat. Quite a heavy sales point right there. If you’re into the the french revolution/large ships/pointy hats-thing I mean. I’m into the apartment for obvious reasons: huge open spaces, ridiculously pretty stucco and marble bath. And the dog. By Freak Architects (via Dezeen).
Continuing on this sentimental/suppressed theme with a series of grey-black-white photos from the genius tumblr Life on Sundays. We’ve got some cement-basing going on, some thick linen fabrics and a black kitchen that was probably born (well, made in non-interior terms) for minimalistic cooking. Can’t go wrong. Unless you’re baking macaroons, what with all the flour swirling around..