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BLIND DATES & THUNDERSTORMS

1 frida vega It’s Friday morning and the heat is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, even during my years in Kenya. I’m on my way for a brunch date with Frida and the humidity pearls on my skin after just 30sec from stepping outside. It hits me that I’ve never actually met this chick before but being fellow internet inhabitants we know creepily much about one another. 12min later and I’m there and a sweaty wreck, drops rolling down my back, my temples, my ribs. It’s not a pretty first sight for a blind date. But it is an ice breaker, not that we need one. Even the ice coffees we order are warm. We chat away, sweat, talk futures, me not wanting to move to Stockholm, being too old to be a young talent etc. She’s hell of a gal, and so.. fucking NICE? (I was a little bit worried you’d be too cool for me frida lol). It’s great and we get to skip all that small talk because the blogs have revealed so many secrets already. Check out her blog here. 2 frida vega A few hours in we leave and I take her to the Platform Cafe in hope of that at least up there there’d be a small breeze. Nope. But there is shade and beers. Digging deeper we touch the topics of feminism, foreign boyfriends who will never understand the beauty of swedish series but who will take you to undiscovered places. 5 hevin Hevin texts us and in the shade of the trees we have a mini picnic. 3 saboune Saboune joins. 6 jared And Jared, Olivia and Wilma. We play music and lie in the grass and just let the hours and the heat pass. 9 daniel dukes brew At six I ditch my gang to go and meet up with this gorgeous man for a date. 7 dukes brew and cue It’s at Duke’s Brew & Cue which has a reputation of serving the best ribs in London. It’s absolutely true. We sip whiskey sours with greasy fingers and have a great fucking time. Constantly though, my heart cramps up with sorrow and panic, because I don’t want the two of us to live in separate cities, let alone separate countries. 11 the arches At eight it is still tropically hot. 10 regents canal And the world suspiciously saturated and calm. 13 broadway market When we reach Broadway Market it is if the world is trapped in a coca cola bottle or a copper instagram filter. 14 coca cola It feels like the apocalypse and is scarily beautiful. 15 london fields16 london fields We find our friends just where we left them, just a few more have joined and brought pizzas. 16 saboune Wrapped up in the glowing warmth we sit with the rest of London. Lightning fight with the golden hues but not a single thunder, not even a whisk of wind. But then a couple of hours in there is a a growling crack and rain splatters over us, almost sizzling when they land on our sunburnt skin. We run home to Saboune and Stenberg’s as the violent storm conquers the city. It’s still too hot to even wear a mini dress. The rest of the night is spent drinking beer on the floor and flipping brit pop vinyls to the sound of thunder. Although, before midnight we are all passed out, drained. But summer, please never ever ever leave because I love you.   Linn

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