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BLUE BLUE DENIM

Linn-in-DenimDenim-Shirt-and-Black-NailsRings-LinnDenim-Shirt,-BirkenstockBlack-NailsDenim Shirt, Second Hand / Jeans, Cheap Monday / Slippers, Birkenstock Dark brown eyeshadow for life, seriously. This is otherwise what I wear around the house on weekends, pretending I’m a writer because they’re the slouchiest pieces but they still feel like I’ve got my shit together. I have started writing again though and it makes me so happy. Perhaps I’ll post some here if there’s an interest. Now I’m on my way to see my boo who’s landed at the airport. He’s spending this whole snowy weekend with me and we’re not going to leave the bed.   Linn

P L A Y L I S T

Playlist Time for a new playlist! This one is called DEAR DAGGER, and don’t ask me why I give my playlists such cringe names but that’s how I like it. The playlist is far from cringe though, it’s goddamn lovely. Enjoy! You can find more of my playlists etc in the category Music.   Linn

TORONTO – WINTER MORNINGS & LIQUOR NIGHTS

Daniel-P,-Toronto-2014 It’s somewhat Sunday I think but I’m not really sure. Over the holidays all days just melt together in a big pot of irrelevancy, everyday is just the same without being anything similar. The flat is drenched in a white winter light and the radiators have woken me up several times from the loud crackling and pounding of metal. Every time my heart has jumped as I think we’re being attacked, as if I’ve not had the calm childhood I did. I turn over and he’s of course asleep and I linger his arms open to let them embrace me. I cannot believe I don’t get to wake up next to this warm body every day anymore. He pretends to be asleep but I know he isn’t, just enjoying the stillness the weekend supplies. Plants-by-Jess   I walk barefoot around the flat, watching people in the chilly wind outside whilst drinking a glass of water. In only my underwear I try on a new fur coat I bought on second hand the day before. It’s a thick chocolate coloured mink and I feel a pleasure in the lack of guilt. I could sure be a Russian royalty, despite my only having paid $40 for it. I enter the bedroom with only my fur on, impatient with Daniel’s slumbering and wake him up. Fur, lace, naked skin and all. Linn-Wiberg-2014 The hunger kicks in and hazily we get dressed and head out on the icy streets. Last nights snow is all gone but the crisp wind climbs down under our clothes as we rush to the brunch spot Daniel has picked out for us. The-Ace-brunch It’s called the Ace and is not as I assumed a fancy ass hotel like in London but a cozy cabin looking diner. The warmth is welcome and one of the waitresses seats us at the counter. It feels like I’m starring in a sitcom with all the Canadians around me wearing sheepskin coats, lumberjack shirts and Maple Leaf beanies. Daniel laughs at how stereotypical his hometown actually is and how one will never notice until returning from having lived elsewhere. The food arrives and the goodness is far from scarce. We eat and play the game of counting Canadian icons on peoples’ clothes whilst sipping on our steaming coffees. I once again aches from missing exactly this. The pleasure of doing nothing with him. Sam-James-Coffee-Shop,-Toronto For the next few hours Daniel is my tour guide and we enter shop after shop scavenging for bargains. I find a dead gorgeous black suede jacket from April 77 that makes my heart drop with desire. I actually even go against all the relationship advice I have ever been given and let Daniel borrow me money for it. You need it Linn, it looks great on you. At least I am in love with somebody who shares the same priorities as me. SJCB-Toronto Just next to the shop is Sam James Coffee Bar and it’s my interior design dream. It is white and bright with worn concrete surfaces and a ceiling twice as high as the length of the shop. Aabid,-SJCB-Toronto Suddenly Aabid is tapping us on the shoulder. Randomly he has walked passed and seen us through the window. We order coffees just in time for Nicolas to show up. SJCB Ossington With steaming coffees we sit down talking on their goddamn stoop. <3 It’s only a few hours left until we are suppose to meet up with some friends of theirs so we spend the remains of them at some diner. Again. Shit guys, I cannot handle the diner culture too well. Ordering fried chicken and burgers and greasy things can only tempt me for that long. Jonathon The night sets and we jump on one of the retro looking street cars that takes us across town to the Bell Jar. It’s empty apart from the bartender and her one hundred tea lights. We occupy the corner as their friends start to fall in and the bartender provides us with one fancy cocktail after another. The buzz of the conversation and the lousiness of the liquor makes me believe that I am rich enough not having to worry about conversion rates or bank accounts. It feels great. We discuss Moscow libraries, girlfriends breaking each others hearts and who out of us will get married first. Outside the heavy snowflakes fall quietly to cover the ground and I’m a bit drunk now so it’s all ok. The boys bring me back to the same bed as I began the day in, once again falling asleep to the loud bangs of the radiators.

 

Linn

XMAS GIFT / AESOP

Aesop-Travel-Kit,-LondonAesop-travelkitTravel-Kit,-Aesop When living in London with Daniel I got overly obsessed with the herb scented soapy goodness in the brown apothecary bottles that is the brand of Aesop. This despite my being skinned, hanging out in the reduced section at Tesco. Definitely worth the pain! So for Christmas one of my gifts from Daniel was this London Travel Kit filled with 8 products. All which fit into the tiny plastic bag allowed in the carry on. <3 If possible it made me want to go to London even more.   Linn

TORONTO – FAMILY DAYS

IMG_1104Family-DinnerWildwood-CrescentProsecco After Christmas it was Daniel’s uncle’s 70th birthday and the whole clan of the french family had organised a surprise party for him. We had serrano ham that the uncles had cured themselves before we left for the gathering with the trunk filled with food. The car stopped outside a typically Canadian house located at the edge of a forest with the inside filled with relatives. We sipped champagne and ate weird little Canadian canapés and people kept pulling me in all kinds of directions to ask about my life. The aunties by marriage asking me what it’s like falling in love with a twin and if I can tell them apart or if I’ve mistaken ever. CAN YOU IMAGINE. I sure got to practise my social skills talking to that many strangers within such a short amount of time. When the mingling became too overwhelming (which was quickly because I suck and also because Daniel left me alone in the kitchen with very friendly but persistent people) I hid away playing with the kids. Too early me, Claire, Daniel and Nicolas were all drunk, eating spaghetti straight out of the pot in the kitchen. It’s fascinating experiencing such a large family so closely knitted, and even if it makes me feel slightly uncomfortable it’s pretty lovely.   Linn

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