Next time.... In Paris!!

Hello hello hello hello....

I'm leaving Tromsø in eight hours. I'm excited and nervous!! I can feel my tawnsils swelling up. Damn it! I still haven't finished packing, but I'm on it. Hope to be done so I can go to bed soon. 

Next time I write something here I'll be in Paris! Whoa.

Winter wonders.

Old winter wonders in the land of winter Norway.

Last picture taken by Christian Bjørnø, the man in the photo above.

Juergen Teller.

One of my favourite photographers is the now quite famous Juergen Teller. He's been responsible for Marc Jacobs' minimalistic party/the day after look since 2005 and only uses 35mm cameras. Apparently the Olympus O-Product is a favorite and to my liking he claims not to be very technical. I always knew, but now it's proven that good photographers don't have to be good technicians. So huzzah for me!!

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Town house to fall in love with.

I finally got an apartment! Or, actually, it's not even an apartment, it's a townhouse. It's located on top of Montparnasse, ten minutes away from Gare Montparnasse. Walking distance to Jadin du Luxemburg as well. Very happy with that. 

Doesn't it look pretty? The inside looks pretty nice too, but I think I'll have to do something about the furnishing before I post pictures of it... I'm so excited!! In the mornings I'll sit on the steps surrounded by flowers, drinking tea with a copy of French Vogue. Ssssst yes, only four days 'til I go!!! 

Thrift store girls and other important activities.

So today I only did important things:

- Found old music I forgot I had.
- Listened to it.
- Got a new bank account and ordered a card for it.
- Called my French appartment finder and complained about his late being.
- Went to the dentist and filled a cavity. Half of my face was numb for five hours. Whoopidoo.
- Had a good bye coffee with my good friend.
- Now I am working to earn a good enough capital to at least be able to live on noodles whilst in the city of love.


I also found these which is very important. To me.












They're photos from a sieries Brian Ulrich did for Vice Magazine about thrift store girls. At first glance I wasn't too impressed, but thinking about it, these kind of photo threads always include really fashionable girls with creative street wear and what not. The girls in these shots seemed to be lost in a world of heavily used items clearily more attractive to the garbage bin than on the back of an average fashionista. Behind the scenes so to speak. Or? I'm not sure, but I like the concept of portreying a backside to the vintage shopping trend.

Which I am a huge fan of and think is amazing and will never stop doing...!
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The backyard of Paris.

It's no joke.

Á bientôt!

I am leaving in a week and a half and I'm scared shitless. Plus really really excited. The school still hasn't found an apartment for me to live in, so I'm wondering whether I'll be homeless for the first month. I don't like the sound of it, especially in a city full of people I don't know... 

I'm also postponing my packing, although I really don't see any reason to start packing more than a week in advance. So that one passes with flying colors.

It's the end of my living in Tromsø, and I feel really bad that I am spending my time working, and not hanging out with my family. But I'm going to need the money to survive.

Anywho, 'til later, ya'll.

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À bientôt!

Loving, laughing, working, working, working.

So as you can see on a post below I've been a week away from home down in the eastern part of Norway. I came back on Tuesday, and today is my first day of work since Monday before last. Which is fine, and I'm kind of looking forward to bartending again, but I'm SIIICK! I've been coughing all of July and now that it stopped of course my tawnsils are swollen. Which is worse. Right now it's not so bad, I'm drinking the ancient remedy of green lemon tea with extra lemon and lots of honey, which actually seems to be working. But my problems will arrive hard and fast if this gets worse. See, I have night shift today, night shift tomorrow and opening shifts the two days after that. It's not that all the other people working in the bar haven't done this before when they were sick, but I still feel sorry for myself. Specially if my tawnsils swell up more because that will bring with it speaking, breathing and swallowing disabilities. Huzzah. Complain, complain, complain. 

Actually I don't feel too complainy, my mood is really like this: 

(Taken by Rosemary O'Kane)

This picture was, by the way, taken outside a huge sports shop in Seattle called REI. I would like to point out how happy I look. I'm never happy in or outside of a sports shop.

I'm Poppy.

I've been watching, laughing and adoring the duo in Mighty Boosh since last summer when Old Greg entered my bedroom. A long time ago they came out with a short film called Sweet which, if possible, is even funnier then the series. 

It's been at festivals and has won awards including:

Winner Kodak Short Film Showcase 2002

Winner TCM Awards 2001

Winner F.A.C.E Award(Film Award for Cinematic Excellence) 2001

BAFTA Nominated Best Short 2001

55th Cannes Film Festival, International Critics Week 2002

 

Watch it and laugh 'til you cry:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiO2jbwL98E

Moving. Wondering. Friendship. French.

So I'm thinking about everything that'll happen when I move. Everyone seems to be moving at the moment, and I'm wondering who I'll be able to keep in touch with ad who will remain Tromsonian friends I only see if I'm at home at the same time as them. I have moved around the world a few times before so I know very well how this works. You keep in touch with a good amount of people the first four months, but after that everyone (including yourself, if you're content in the new place) gets used to the fact that you're gone and it reduces to the ones who were closest in the end. If you're good at keeping in touch, that is. Which I thankfully am. It's been three years since I came home after living in Seattle for a year and I still talk to my friends over there ever so often. I stayed there for a month last summer, and even met up with a few of them in San Francisco this March. 

I'll be living in a flat with French and international students in the heart of Paris. I'm going to buy a bike. This will be my first purchase. Une volé. C'est correct? Je ne sais pas. My mom will be coming with me for the first couple of days, before school starts. I find this very strategic as she can bring some of my clothes I won't have room for. Eh? Good. 

The 29th of August is my planned moving date so anyone living or vacationing in Paris between then and December should most certainly contact me. 

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Træna festival: From last year until forever.

Trænafestivalen is probably the most beautiful festival location in the world. It's on a small island many miles off the coast of Northern Norway, and if you go there once, you'll most cirtainly come back next year. We did, Sara and I. We came as dj's in 2007 and this summer, 2008, we brought with us our third head who loved it just as much as us. Pincus is the latest addition to Belle & Donatella and the three of us will dance 'til the sun goes down. Which it never does in the summer in Northern Norway, so you get my drift. 

(All photos taken by Sara.) 

Last year we were originally placed in a lavvo with thirteen snoring dudes so a couple of non-snoring dudes offered us shelter in a huge house with them and the beautiful Rockettothesky. It ended up a great success and we decided they're some of the coolest people we've ever met. I miss Vegard's jacket!

Sturla and I trying to imitate and elephant.

Getting ready for take off.

Heartfelt summer in Eastern Norway. Hot tip: GO HERE!

This is the coolest cow I have ever seen. If I were this cool, I wouldn't know where to put myself. Kind of glad I'm not this cool actually.

The coolest crooks on the corner looking cooler than you do cooking. Hells yeah. But not as cool as the cow. Alas. (Taken by Hanna)

People were amazed by my blindingly white skin at Tjøme. The place to have the ultimate beach experience in Norway, by the way.

Before going out in Oslo: Always leave your phuurr hat at home. It can get very dancy at unexpected moments. It did this night. I still managed to pull it off for a while though. In Paris it will be seen very frequently, I am sure. (Taken by Sara)