Friday in Hamburg with my girl crush Frida and my love Daniel. Some days are just so light and fucking great. We drink German beers, eat 70cent cinnamon buns and try to imitate Ciara’s amazeballs video Ride.
My name is Linn Wiberg, a kickass crybaby living in London. I tend to write myself out of trouble, or more correctly I write about my getting into trouble. Here you’ll find stories of dirty gigs, hidden London gems, monochrome clothing, & interviews with badass women.
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Today me and Daniel are off to Hamburg to let Frida rock our world. And this is one of the songs I’m going to play on repeat in the German sunshine. It’s wicked isn’t it? Linn
I have a new powdery pink criss cross top from & Other Stories. I’ve been skipping school all week, staying in bed with Daniel instead. As you’ve all probably noticed by now, I’m going through a bit of a crisis and I’m trying to figure out what I want and what I like etc. I’ve always been a good girl (fucking hate that word and its meaning) with straight A’s, never missed class or a hand in, spoken my opinion but never stepped on anybody’s toes and always wanted to please everybody bla bla bla. Just miserable. But me ignoring projects and not going to lessons, telling sexist teachers to shut up and maybe even dropping out is new and I like it even though it’s terrifying. I love making a mess, not being so square perfect and fucking focusing on myself for once. But it’s the bit where nothing is fun or exciting and I’m a constant state of apathy but at the same time I feel too creative and motivated and not stimulated at all. But yeah, it’s all so confusing as I don’t know what happens now. Linn
It was the first day of spring with bird chirping and shit, and I felt that occasion just required some extra Swedish goodness. So we texted Veronique and met up at Fabrique in the Hoxton arches. Handsome Daniel. And wicked V. While eating pastries and drinking drip coffee we discuss motorcycles, buying flats and being to young to grow up but to old to be reckless. All too hilarious. As she was heading to some asian extreme sport workout me and Daniel walked down to Columbia Rd. It was as packed as always with even more flowers for sale. And extra easter. We bought an Ivy plant which now climbs down our ladder. I said bye to Daniel and walked passed a house I’ve recently fallen in love with. Think me and Daniel should move in there some day. But then I just had to walk by my absolute dream house. <3 They even have a rooftop garden. With Cher and Janis Joplin in my headphones I went down to Regent Canal. Where this total babe was waiting for me. We cracked open the cans I’d brought with me, taking off our coats as the sun grilled us. Past us walked boys with dogs and hipsters with bouquets, rockers from the 70s smoking cigarettes and almost a million cyclists. With the summer visiting in February we decided to make great plans for the future. Garden parties, festivals, late night to early morning after parties, bbq in the parks etc. We also talked about young men, twins, crushes, universities, not wanting to live in Sweden, having each others backs and never wanting to grow old. When the house boats arrived Kajsa helped them through the floodgates. I HAVE SUCH A GIRL CRUSH ON THIS LADY. She is super cool. Too late I had to rush home through the cherry blossom to speed study for an hour while Daniel made us grilled cheese sandwiches. Then Daniel and I took off to Camden! To see Eagulls at the NME Awards. There were so many british teenage punks and girls in the mosh pits. The music obsession in the UK is magical. Oh my days, Eagulls were sick! Listen. We have the Opaque single spinning non stop on the vinyl player at home. Next up were Parquet Courts, who were pretty great too. But after the longest set in history (which still hadn’t ended an hour and a half later), we ditched the gig and took the tube back home. It was midnight and we stayed up making another grilled cheese sandwich whilst the rest of the house were sound asleep. And people say they hate sundays. Linn
Saturday and the sun was drenching the streets with its rays. Daniel shaved, got a haircut and put his finest suit on, tied the tie and polished his shoes. I put on heels, combed my bob and straightened out my silk shirt and burgundy skirt. All dapper we went up to Stoke Newington Town Hall. Because we were going to a hipster wedding! Our gig obsessed friends Bex and Paul were about to promise each other their lives. And with their own vows which brought most to tears Paul got his Bex, and Bex her Paul. I WANT ALL MY FRIENDS TO GET MARRIED NOW! Bex was such a cool babe with a killer dress(!), matching Paul’s killer beard. Who btw wore docs to their wedding. <3 Confetti and flower petals. And now they have their visas so they can move to NYC in two months! The world would be a better place if all couples were as amazing as this. Me taken by the wind. The whole wedding then walked down towards Dalston and to the new pub Hand of Glory for celebratory bloody marys and chips. As you do at a proper east london hipster wedding. And there were some amazing speeches and even more amazing cake, which we of course ate with our hands. By 4pm we were all pretty drunk and happy. It is so strange in the best kind of ways, seeing your friends who usually only wears skinny black jeans, rough sneakers and band tees in evening gowns and suits. After many hours where I was too busy annoying myself to take photos, the party ended. Me and Daniel snuck away on a late night dinner date at Voodoo Rays. Where we drank post wedding craft beers. And ate greasy pizzas! My date was the finest goddamn man there, as always. To the tunes of old power ballads and funky 80’s tracks he made me laugh until I cried. Insane asylum up next. But I swear, weddings sure hits your weak heart and make it all wobbly, but I love him to death. And I wish for Bex and Paul a crazy ass life together and eternal love. And hope that they’ll hurry back from NYC asap. Linn