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New York | 4th of July

This was the last day of my endless and intense trip to New York and Toronto with my boyfriend. We had spent two weeks in the burning heat having bbqs on rooftops, dancing in the pouring rain in Brooklyn, falling head over heels for the best tourist attraction in NYC and going through art galleries to secret bars and I was bummed to see it come to an end. Blog-post-the-AP-CafeWaking up felt gloomy. Even the city lay rainy and quiet. The remains of our colourful late nights in North America had built up to one monstrous hangover. The invoice from having nonstop fun has to arrive eventually I guess. Whilst previous mornings we had shot out of bed in anticipation, we now dragged through our morning rituals in silence, dreading having to say farewell in just a few hours. Blog-post-the-AP-Cafe-in-NYCBlog-post-the-AP-Cafe-in-Bushwick-NYCBrooklyn lay damp and grey and abandoned on its Independence Day. Claire, Daniel, Nicolas and I walked its wet streets down to the AP Cafe for brunch. The one we went to on our first day of the trip and that I fell in love with, if you remember? Blog-post-Nicolas-at-the-AP-Cafe Blog-post-Nicolas-at-the-AP-Cafe-in-Bushwick-We claimed one of the many empty tables and placed our order. Being in such a pretty environment makes it impossible to feel sulky and once the iced coffees and donuts arrived at our table the puffy eyed boys were back being chatty and giggly. There is something especially lovely with seeing young men giggle together.Blog-post-the-AP-Cafe-in-Bushwick-Blog-post-Daniel-at-the-AP-Cafe-in-Bushwick-Blog-post-AP-Cafe-in-Bushwick-NYCThe food arrived shortly after and we all got in a good mood and brought up all kinds of stories from the past weeks of madness.Blog-post-Claire-and-Linn-at-the-AP-Cafe-in-Bushwick- Blog-post-Claire-&-Linn-at-the-AP-Cafe-in-Bushwick-<3 300 days of hangover <3 Blog-post-AP-Cafe-in-NYCOutside the rain fell on us in pebble sized drops and dried up almost instantly after crashing into the pavement. The four of us stood in a row, backs against a garage, hoping for the rain to seize. When it didn’t the four of us ran through it and into the only open venue around, Roberta’s. We thought fuck it it’s our last day and America’s Independence Day after all so we might as well celebrate.Blog-post-Roberta's-pizza-in-BushwickIn paper mugs covered in colourful characters from some sort of children’s book Nicolas handed us frozen margaritas. There is a time for everything and the Independence Day seems like the perfect one for alcoholic slushies. Under the cover of a party tent we sat with our drinks whilst the rain soaked our surroundings and kids in all American flag-clothing ran around us. Nicolas-in-Bushwick Richardson-HardwareBlog-bar-in-BushwickSomehow the most gloomy of days transformed into something exuberant. The sun came out, sizzling the city with all its inhabitants and with it came our last American burgers, because what’s the last day in NYC without hamburgers?Blog-Daniel-in-BushwickBlog-Drinks-with-Claire-Daniel-and-Nicolas-in-BushwickUnfortunately the hours for our departure disappeared too fast and suddenly it was nighttime. We stood a little drunk by the train station with our heavy suitcases hugging Nicolas and Claire goodbye. For now, and maybe quite a while until next time.

As our flight took off into darkness we flew over New York City in all its prime. I shook Daniel’s shirtsleeve and pointed to the window.

– Daniel look outside! Omg you have to see this! It’s magical.

He turned his head towards the window and let out a wow. Beneath us fireworks went off everywhere. Colourful explosions popped up on every block like a Disney movie. It didn’t cease but as the city grew smaller one could still see the sparks flying over it as we left the States and our North American holiday behind us.

 

 

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New York | A Burning Hot Brooklyn & How To Deal With It

Our New York holiday back in end of June really felt endless and so seem the making of these posts ha. Hope you guys don’t mind! We’ve come to the second last day of it though, because sadly all things must end. This is the one where we had just got back from Toronto to New York the night before.Sweatshop-BrooklynNicolas had taken the day off and by chance his two flatmates were off too. We got off the tube down somewhere else in Brooklyn to the Australian design workshop and cafe Sweatshop.Sweatshop-Cafe-BrooklynSweatshop-New-YorkThere it was gorgeous and busy despite it being a friday. Nicolas-at-Sweatshop-Cafe-in-BrooklynWe ordered coffee and grilled cheese sandwiches and squeezed down by the large open window.Blogpost,-A-Day-in-BushwickIt was if possible hotter than it had been so far during the trip. Not even a sigh of wind coming from anywhere out on the streets. The concrete looked as if it was shaking in feverish heat waves. Rough-Trade-in-Brooklyn,-New-YorkWe stopped by Rough Trade to compare it to the UK ones. And like everything else in the States it was massive in comparison to the european versions.Rough-Trade-New-YorkThe twins flicked through rows of albums and books. Rough-Trade-Photo-BoothAnd of course we used their classic photo booth, all six of us crammed in one pic. <3Processed with VSCOcam with a6 presetIn 37 degrees being out on the streets was like walking through a blazing fire so we didn’t get far before seeking shade again. This time at Devocion.Blog-A-day-in-New-York Isabel was heading out to the Hampton’s that night to celebrate 4th of July the next day. She told us about all the fab things she was hoping to do. I just felt like uhmm why in hell am I’m going back to work on my portfolio when I could be sipping cocktails in my bathing suit in front of a glamorous beach villa?Blogpost-Two-weeks-in-New-YorkNew-York-City-SkylineSlightly more hydrated we walked around Williamsburg’s street and down to the shore to see the Manhattan skyline. Daniel-in-New-York-subwayBlogpost-New-YorkThen all of a sudden it was happy hour so we jumped on the train to go into Manhattan.Travel-Blog,-A-Day-in-New-YorkIsabel and I were happy babies, taking snapchat selfies in our sticky summer glow. This chick I die. Also Canadian of course, because the best ones always are. Nicolas-Pilaprat,-Marlowe-Granados-and-Jonathon-SturgeonMarlowe and Jonathon joined us.Lower-East-SideI figured I’d try and squeeze in as many oyster evenings as possible before having to go back and pay a fortune for them in Sweden. Luckily Marlowe loves (and knows tons about) oysters , more than I do so we forced Nicolas to take us to the Leadbelly.Nicolas-Pilaprat,-New-York-City-2015But only after having stopped to let the boys have some fried chicken.Oysters-in-New-YorkThe waitress brought us truffle fries and iced Tom Collins whilst we talked about racism in America. The reason being a taxi driver and some rich women getting into a fight right outside the restaurant which finished off with one of the ladies shouting for him to ”go back to his own country”. The whole street went ballistic and everybody shouted at them so much that they hurried back into their car and drove off. I’m not saying the situation is better in Sweden or Europe, it might be even worse to be honest. But I just cannot believe how this is acceptable and still so integrated in our society. And I’m sure I don’t even experience half of what people of colour do. We should all just remember to not fight back in silence, but voice our disgust and stand up against this.

The rest of the night was spent at little bars around Bushwick listening to heavy metal and punk, talking about book deals and being chronically ill. I found 20 dollars on the floor and bought even more oysters at 2am. I hated that we went home before the sun was up. Mostly because going to sleep would mean our trip to be over, and it just couldn’t. But I guess it could because it did.

 

Linn

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New York | Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner

We’ve come to the day where at the end I lay dehydrated in the bathroom not knowing who I am with Daniel having wrapped me in wet towels after I cried that I was dying. But I thought we should see what it looked like up until then. Plus that I have a little surprise for you at the bottom of this post!Spicy-Village,-China-Town-New-YorkMondays might be one of my favourite days when I’m travelling. The city is busy and all so quiet at the same time with all inhabitants being awake but trapped at work. New York is somewhat busier I guess, but otherwise much the same.

My skin is sweaty from sleeping in this heat and I can feel it pearling up on my back. The room smells of used duvets and still air even though the window has been wide open all night. The only thing that travels through it is the smell of latin american spices from the neighbour’s kitchen. Daniel is still sleeping, head pressed deep into the pillow. I blow on his eyelids and they flicker and his blue eyes peak through. It surprises me that he never seem to be annoyed with him waking him up.Williamsburg-Bridge,-New-York-BrooklynThe flat is empty and we shower and don’t want to get dressed because of the heat. We eventually do though and catch the subway (not the tube, believe me, I’ve been corrected) down to Lower East Side. The streets seem friendlier now that they are less busy. Just a few stray part timers strolling the streets, iced coffees in hands.

This is the first time in months we’ve been able to spend time just us two. It’s weird being thrown in and out of a relationship like we have living apart this year. It makes me stand offish for a little while once we’re back together. But not now. It might be the wilderness of New York swallowing us or that I know that at least this time we’ll be together for two months. We sit leaned against a coffee shop window and talk about things we don’t bring up over skype. Like Justin Bieber, how I pretend I’m not stressed about my internship just because I know you’re even more stressed about work, which of the dogs that walk past is the cutest and whether or not we should paint your ladder black or not.Pink-Williamsburg-BridgeWhen we’re starving we walk over to the chinese restaurant Spicy Village, an awful looking gem of a restaurant in the outskirts of China Town. It’s funny because they are playing the Justin Bieber track we just mentioned earlier. The one you posted on my facebook wall a few weeks back and it makes you smile between dumplings.

The whole day continues down these lines. We walk everywhere. Over the pink Williamsburg Bridge where we stop to chill whilst others are obviously out jogging, exercising, and then through several vintage stores in Williamsburg. Mostly alone and always sweating.Champs-Vegan-Diner,-BushwickNicolas finishes late and when he enters the flat we return straight out in the heat. The sun is setting and everywhere people sit on their front steps speaking spanish. He brings us to a vegan diner called Champs where we have a slightly awkward dinner with a few people. I start feeling delirious and act as if drunk due to lack of hydration. I don’t remember the rest of it, just the panic of fainting and not knowing where we were. But you know how that ended by now…

And here is some clips from the day because during this trip I’ve actually filmed some! : ))) Let me know what you think.

Here are the previous days of our North American trip:
Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos
Day 2- A Sunday in New York City

 

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A Sunday in New York City

After our Saturday in Willamsburg we woke up with skin all sweaty. I’ve sure missed Daniel but I felt like punching him if he got too close to me in this heat haha. We got dressed and went down to the bodega on the corner to get some Arizona Iced Teas and wraps.Frida-Regeheim,-New-YorkFrida met up with us in the Maria Hernandez Park in Bushwick. There we watched dogs, talked about inappropriate jokes and just kept on sweating in this 33 degree heat.Blogpost-My-trip-to-NYCFrida and I were matching in our overalls. Her in her white shorts and me in my denim dress.

Blog-Day-Drinking-in-Bushwick-New-YorkOnce the wraps were finished we met up with Nicolas friend and thought it was about time to start the party. The boys walked us through Bushwicks deserted streets, all gritty and tagged. Walking around there almost feels like the city has been abandoned. Blogpost,-Drinking-at-the-Narrows,-BushwickAnd then all of a sudden there is a bar. In this case the Narrows which had a great back patio and bands like Bass Drum of Death and Ty Segall playing in the speakers. We ordered Coronas and whisky shots for $7 because it’s alright when you’re young and on holiday.BlackberryThen this lovely, funny, and awful accident happened. We’re sitting down drinking and Frida put her hand down on the bench, right in a blackberry. She shouts ”Oh no! Watch out so for the blackberries!” and she gets up to go wash her hands when we see this. I DIED OF LAUGHTER. It was so evil but so so funny.Blogpost-New-York-City Luckily her t-shirt was close to long enough and got to intern as a dress for the remnant of the day. ~fab~Blogpost,-Nicolas-at-Tiki-Disco,-BushwickThey took us around the corner to a daytime party called Tiki Disco for these electro loving guys. We had a few drinks in the shade, the air off the asphalt vibrating from the heat.Blog-Tiki-Discho-in-Bushwick-New-YorkThen the sky just broke open with a loud crack and it starting pouring down! Like a proper monsoon, drenching all of us. Blog-Tiki-Disco-in-New-York-CityAnd all the drunk New Yorkers didn’t seem to mind a summer shower and kept on dancing to the sound of crackling thunder and screaming speakers. <3 <3 <3King-Noodle-BushwickOur skin just got even stickier and everybody’s hair kept on dripping when we stood huddled under the big tents. When it stopped we walked up to King Noodle, the trippy asian restaurant where they serve drinks like volcanos. The air dried us up instantly and we continued the night barhopping around Bushwick, talking about photography and girlfriends and just nothing in particular. And we weren’t wearing anything but t-shirts and it still felt sweaty.

 

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NEW YORK DAY 1 – AP CAFE, SATURDAY SURF, SOHO & TATTOOS

Turns out New York in June is boiling hot and I absolutely love it. As soon as we landed we headed over to Frida’s rooftop for drinks before jetlag caught up with us and we fell asleep before midnight. The morning after we woke up to the sound of the fan and the pigeons in our window.

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It was raining outside but still insanely hot. Nicolas brought us around the corner here in Bushwick for brunch. The place was full so we put our names up on the list and headed over to the AP Cafe.AJ-at-AP-Cafe-New-YorkWe sat down for a coffee in the gorgeous concrete cafe and got to meet his girlfriend AJ for the first time.

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When it had been an hour we walked the wet streets back to Cafe Ghia.

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For some weird brunch burgers that were heaven.

Saturday-Surf-New-YorkNew York was stunning and wet as we took the subway to Soho and the store Saturday Surf where they have the prettiest back patio.Saturday-Surf-New-York-CityWhere we had some iced coffees, just as you should in the summer.Twins-Daniel-and-Nicolas-PilapratNicolas-and-Daniel-Pilaprat-New-YorkAnd these brothers got to catch up a bit.Daniel-and-Nicolas-Pilaprat,-New-YorkI mean seriously. <3Twins-Nicolas-and-Daniel-Pilaprat Little-Italy-New-YorkLike millions of others we walked around Manhattan from Soho to Little Italy to China Town all the way up to East Village. This city is so pretty it’s ridiculous.Daniel-in-Little-Italy-New-YorkBut the best thing is that I get to hang out 24/7 with this one. Damn you long distance relationship. Frida-Regeheim,-New-YorkBack in Brooklyn we met up with my star Frida who’s been in New York for the past three months interning at an advertising agency.Frida-Regeheim-WilliamsburgI was ecstatic obviously, as she is one of my favourite people. We all went to Baby’s All Right for some tequila slushies.Hurra-TattooFrida was newly tatted up with a little hurra from a drunken night in Manhattan. The rest of the night was spent eating mexican food to hiphop tunes and dancing in some divy bar in Williamsburg. New York, you are pretty great actually.

 

Linn

 

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