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bathingsuits and bar nights

Bathingsuit v Neck Asos Black

 

swimsuit – Wolf & Whistle

 

Vid exakt den här tiden nästa vecka kommer jag befinna mig i 30 graders värme på skållande kakelplattor bredvid mina föräldrar pool. Ja det är sant! De har flyttat in i ett nytt compound, omgiven av höga träd jag inte kan namnen på och dammiga lervägar i utkanten av Nairobi. Och det råkade komma med en pool. Tänkte att det var på tiden att jag införskaffade mig en babe:ig baddräkt att matcha med! Den här är från Wolf & Whistle och kostade bara £ 18. Ett kap skulle jag säga, med tanke på att jag får känna mig som en giftig älskarinna i den.

Ikväll har jag fick min första riktiga skift i baren. Mitt provpass gick bra och jag skulle säga de otaliga nätter jag spenderat med att gå ut har definitivt har lönat sig. Jag visste väll att de skulle komma till nytta någon gång. En sleazy Old Fashioned comin’ up, med lite sass och en feministisk föreläsning på köpet.

 

 

This time next week I will be lying next to my parents swimming pool in a 30 degree heat. Yes, it’s true! Because they have moved into a new compound, surrounded by tall trees and dirt roads in the outskirts of Nairobi. And that little compound happened to come with a pool. It was about time that I got myself a proper babing bathingsuit! This one is form Wolf & Whistle and only cost £18. Quite a catch I’d say, to feel like a smoking hot mistress in the shade.

Tonight I’ve got my first real shift at the bar. My trial went well and I’d say all my endless nights of going out have definitely paid off. I knew they’d be of use one day. A sleazy old fashioned coming right up, with a side of sass and a feminist lecture.

 

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exploring wapping & an annie leibowitz exhibition

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Efter att ha skickat in utkastet till min roman(!) på måndagen till kursen jag går i kreativt skrivande förtjänade jag en paus i att vara produktivit. Så igår bokade jag en date med Lovisa. Vi möttes upp i Wapping, strax norr om floden, där jag inte varit sedan jag och Olivia brukade umgås med ett par killar som bodde där 2011.

Having submitted the outline for my novel (!) on Monday I felt like I deserved a break in my productiveness. So yesterday I booked a date with Lovisa. We met up in Wapping, just north of the river, where I haven’t been since me and Olivia used to hang out with a couple of guys who lived there in 2011.

Annie-Leibovitz-in-Wapping

Vi var där för att se Annie Leibowitz utställning Women: New Portraits.

This time we were there to see Annie Leibowitz exhibition Women: New Portraits.

Annie Leibovitz

Det var väldigt litet men perfekt för vår lilla utflykt. Om jag ska vara ärlig var jag mest imponerad av själva byggnaden utställningen höll till i. Kanske orättvist eftersom att mitt hjärta är ruskigt svag för förfallen arkitektur. Annie Leibovitz är en svincool och hennes porträtt på kvinnliga profiler utmärkta. Jag önskar dock att de funnits som stora prints istället, med beskrivningar till eftersom de nu var tagna ur sina sammanhang.

Lovisa och jag satte oss ner för att beskåda porträtten som bläddrades förbi medan vi pratade om irriterande klasskamrater, misslyckades fotografer och smärtsam kärlek. Allt som vi inte hunnit med sedan vi sågs innan jul.

It was tiny but perfect for our little trip. To be honest I was most impressed with the dilapidated building though, as my heart is weak for fallen architecture. Annie Leibowitz is such a badass and her work excellent. I just wish there would’ve been large prints and more descriptions to the pieces because they were a bit taken out of context.

Lovisa and I sat down to watch the portraits roll by as we talked about annoying classmates, failed photographers and love.

Wapping-in-London

Efter 30 minuter var vi klara. Wapping var lika romantiskt brittiskt som jag mindes det, med övergivna kullerstensgator och regn regn regn.

After 30 min we were done. Wapping was just as romantically British as I remembered it, with deserted cobbled streets and rain rain rain.

Lovisa-Ranta-Jan-2016

Resten av dagen tillbringades på olika kaféer och vintagebutiker runt östra London. Det hällregnade och var sådär eländigt bara England kan vara, och ändå gjorde det oss inget. Genomblöta drack vi tillslut te i min säng och pratade om sociala normer och vänskap som tar slut medan min flatmate gjorde så att vi fick strömavbrott fyra gånger. Många gånger kom vi in på att flytta härifrån för fan vilken jobbig stad det är. Sen insåg vi att det hade vi nog aldrig klarat av.  <3

The rest of the day was spent at various cafes and vintage stores around east London. It was pouring down and miserable and we were having the best of times. Around 7pm we laid in my bed drinking tea and talked about moving away from London, social boundaries and ending friendships whilst my flatmate fucked up the electricity four times. <3 We had met up to do work but whatever, sometimes the conversations girlfriends between are more important.

 

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tiny stories | in the belly of scandi winters

These are snippets from my life retold as tiny stories. This episode is from my week spent visiting my hometown Stockholm a week ago.

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My sister Moa wakes up before me. Her window still doesn’t have blinds but it doesn’t disturb our sleep as darkness is still enveloping the city. We’re sharing a bed in her boyfriend’s parents apartment in the city. It is weird, as never have I met them until I knocked on their door two days ago. For some reason it doesn’t feel that odd though. I think it’s because with Moa everything is always odd so one gets used to it. They left the city over the weekend, so we are looking after their two obese cats. I normally hate cats, but the fat ones are for some reason alright, and their eldest is as fat as it gets. Bongo he’s name is, and he displays love handles like no other. During the nights I’ve stayed here he’s crawled up the bed to nestle into my arms and spoon the whole night through. Purrs, warm paws and fur in my nose. I hate to admit it but it’s so cozy I will consider becoming a cat person.

I can hear Moa preparing breakfast in the kitchen, cupboards slamming, the murmur of the coffee machine and the muffled suction of the fridge opening and closing, opening and closing. The coffee is strong and so different from the instant crap I suffer through in England. Also here the eggs have white shells, like in cartoons. I can hear the kids upstairs run across the floorboards, the sound of home. Moa tells me stories about friends’ Instagram dramas and the job at TV4 she is starting on Monday. She pauses midst making two big sandwiches filled with kaviar to gesture wildly with her hands, eyebrows dancing together with her facial expressions. Her taste in breakfast and anecdotes is impeccable.

Fucking lucky bastards who get to spend all their days with her. I long for the day that my body and mind will crave a calmer lifestyle. Then I will move back here to eat egg sandwiches with my sister. Outside it’s not light yet because it’s in the belly of the Scandi winter. Worryingly I’m enjoying it and awful lot, which maybe isn’t a bad thing.

 

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OTHER TINY STORIES

the streets of siberia

 

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breakups & one night stands is a sign of spring

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My friends are all breaking up and falling in love with new beauties, which surely must mean spring is right around the corner? But I have no thoughts of leaving my dead gorgeous boy. He took me out and got me tipsy on Friday and things got steaming in the photo booth at my favourite burger restaurant Meat Mission. Photo booth pics are the best book marks and since I’m reading like never before it felt suiting to add a new one to my collection.

I also got a part time job in a bar(!) as I realised that my money is vanishing, and the fact that my novel will include lots of bar scenes and I need to research that. I’m sitting by our dining table pretending to write that story right in this second. It’s not going great and instead I’m listening to Kurt Vile and sipping on coffee my sis brought back for me from my parents in Kenya. On the 5th I am flying over to them for two weeks! To sit on their balcony, writing in the 26 degree heat but also to attend our friends’ christening of their baby girl by the saltwater lake Nakuru. I cannot wait.

Hope your weekend has been brilliant too.

 


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My ass in mum jeans & novels

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Two major events that has changed my life this week:

Firstly, my sister Moa brought home a pair of bleached mum jeans, bought at a market in Nairobi, Kenya. When she pulled these out of her suitcase I was almost angry, having to go through the humiliation of failing to get them on. I avoid buying new jeans until literally all the others I own are ripped. It always ends with my standing in the fitting room, flustered and warm, breaking down from not able to pull the denim over my thighs even if it’s suppose to be my size. Ughhh, female horror.

But these I honestly slid right into. My ass looks like a plush plum and I feel like juicy thighs is my new favourite thing! I urge you all to get yourself a pair immediately!

Secondly, I’ve started my course in creative writing and it’s dead tough. Monday is the deadline for the whole outline, scene by scene, of the novel that I have to somewhat finish before the summer(!). Monday! Oh my. But don’t fret, my lovelies, it is going fucking great. I know what I want to say, who the characters are and how it’ll end. There is no doubt I will cry a thousand times when writing this, and when not being able to write this haha, but I’ve got a good feeling about this.

 

Here is Ed Sheeran covering Jai Paul to celebrate:

 

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