Vi använder cookies för att ge dig en bättre upplevelse av Genom att använda godkänner du detta.

Läs merJag förstår!

Gilla oss på Facebook

Saturday in London

Daniel in Lower Clapton, nov 2014 Eventually we do manage to leave for brunch. Late but fine nonetheless. The streets of Clapton are soaked in sunlight and there is nobody not wearing sunglasses. I keep asking myself why I live in the country with probably fewest sun hours in the world during winter when its light makes me this thrilled. Candela, Clapton We go to the Latin American restaurant Candela for brunch. One of the male waiters welcomes us as and shows us our table as the place fill up with smoke followed by curses coming out of the kitchen. The other waitress is new and just lovely. She forgets dishes people order and pours us some concentrate juice straight out of the box. It’s the kind of juice one don’t even have to keep refrigerated but that will still last for three years and you can taste the chemicals from it’s sourness. And isn’t that a relief in contrast to all the freshly squeezed, gluten free, organic, non-lactos, diet-friendly and mega healthy options the world is so obsessed about. Maybe not always, but sometimes. If more people could focus on solving problems like girls suffering genital mutilation and the fact that people are actually still starving in 2014 instead of getting wealthy people feel even more better about themselves I’d be a lot happier at brunch. Hopefully our generation can get our shit together. Daniel, Candela, London Daniel and I discuss this among other topics. Like the confusing feeling of annoyance and flatter when friends buy same outfit as you after having seen you where it. Brunch at Candela, Clapton The food arrives and it is so much better than a full english breakfast. We eat and watch people come and go. So far Clapton isn’t too gentrified. The rest of the restaurant are made up by couples all classes and races, so much unlike Stockholm. Two young women are sitting in the corner next to us. The must be coming straight from the party with tangled hair and old makeup climbing down on their cheeks. Impressive to be including a brunch in their walk of shame. But thankfully they do it without any shame. Daniel pauses my thoughts and points at the witch hat blowing past the window. Life is too filmlike at times. Daniel in his flat We pay and the lovely waitress hands me the worst coffee I’ve tasted in my entire life. How can I not forgive her though, with an eyeliner sharper than a dagger. the Old Ship In, Hackney Together we walk down to cash my check from the British Tax Office (thank you thank you, I am not that poor any more) and cross the street to enter the Old Ship In still in its Halloween costume. Danielle at the Old Ship In, London Behind the counter I find my babe Danielle, looking more like a movie star character than ever. Currently working as a barista and bartender, not knowing how to make coffee and strongly disliking interacting with strangers. It’s a perfect match. She started the trend of us emailing each other about our youth miseries since being apart. Long and short anecdotes about love and work and desperation. They always make me smile when reading them because Danielle is out of this world with her reactions. I can just see her rolling her eyes or not knowing how to act in the most awkward situations that she seems to fall into more often than I have every heard any person do. Somebody just have to write a film about her! For now she is my own real time drama series. the Old Ship In, London She goes on her lunch break and over hamburgers we catch up for real. Anthony at the Old Ship In, Hackney Her brother Anthony joining too. London Fields in November When Danielle has to get back to work as a hen-do enters the bar and are craving their 3pm shots we say bye and walk through London Fields to Broadway Market. Kajsa and Mikey, London Because there are the dreamiest of dreamy: Kajsa, Mikey, Elsie and Saboune! Kajsa, Broadway Market, London It doesn’t feel like I ever left, but at the same time I feel attached to reality over all. We talk about my coding websites, doing weird shit at school and about all the billion side projects I’m working on. But then we drop that, and we just hang out like before and I love them for it. I think that maybe they can sense the hurt in my voice, having to recount the life I don’t live with them, making me feel further away than ever. Daniel, Broadway Market, London Instead we talk about who’s sleeping with who and crazy parties they’ve been to, somebody’s new girlfriend who tells them off for pronouncing dishes the wrong way and what they dressed up as for halloween. Mikey, Broadway Market I don’t think about school once. Instead I just enjoy myself, and isn’t that what being twenty two should be about. Linn at Broadway Market, London Being in London drinking beer at broadway market with my favourite people in +20 degrees in November whilst having a dog in my lap. Oh my fucking god. London Fields in November, Hackney As the sun sets I don’t get that sticky panic in my body like I do in Sweden. There that means I have few hours left to do what I need to do at school. In London it means that the party is about to begin. Dinner Changed into a new leather dressed that’s clinging to every single curve I possess and ends just about where it borderlines between being a dress and just a long top. I am ready and we are ringing the bell of Daniel’s old flat mates and their gorgeous flat in the middle of Shoreditch. Carbonara We kiss each others cheeks and drink red wine out of fancy glasses and are so sophisticated to the sound of all the guilty pleasures in the world. Alex makes a heavenly carbonara the real italian way, which is apparently without cream, and we gossip tons but also talk about Algeria and how we are all going to move to NYC in a few years. Frida Regeheim, London My Frida is also there. <3 Her internship is a success, obviously, and she is recruited to the team who will compete at Cannes and has also got the most handsome man from another department wrapped around her finger. Platform Cafe, London At eleven we take a taxi to Netil House, like we’re famous or just wealthy. That’s one of my favourite games to play. Mikey and Kajsa, Platform Cafe Mikey and Kajsa and the rest of the crew are already there, tipsy and dancy, and even though it’s almost illegal, they are dressed up for Halloween despite Halloween being the night before. Elsie, Platform Cafe But my friends don’t give a damn, and that’s exactly why they are my friends. V and Alex, Platform Cafe Outside on the terrace we sip beer straight from the bottle and tell one shocking story after another. Kajsa and Wilma, Platform Cafe People I haven’t seen in an eternity show up from nowhere and we sit on the balcony trying to nestle out each others lives. I encounter another girlfriend throwing up in the unlocked toilet stall I happen to enter and instead of embarrassment she just shows an overwhelming happiness about seeing me. Danielle at the Platform Cafe Danielle joins as soon as she finishes. She spends the rest of the night making out with some Englishman in the corner, blaming it on that my pure presence is turning her into a devil child every time I’m in town. <3 Kajsa and Wilma, Netil House 2014 If you look out the windows you could feel all the excitement from the preparties, house parties and bars around London. The city is endless and everybody in it seem to sense it. I wonder how many thousands of people will wake up in a bed that’s not their own. Hevin, Netil House Out of nowhere Hevin grabs my arm and throw herself around me. There are too many words at once but they all include her falling in love and changing her life because of it. And I tell her that there is nothing more beautiful than that. Hevin, Platform Cafe I can’t believe she’s moving to Stockholm. Hopefully she’ll bring hell of a lot of London with her. Netil House I have the complete inability to sense when it’s time to go home because I never seem to stop having fun. The dj plays Prince and Snoop Dogg and the Arctic Monkeys all in a mess. Around four I am still dancing like I’m made out of wilderness and I spin around and make Daniel laugh and just dance dance dance. But seeing him smile a drunken smile and blush when I catch him, all I want is him. So I whisper in his ear and we leave. On the bus we share a £3 pizza and then we crash into bed. Please don’t let me grow old and boring.   Linn

Hackney Mornings

I wake up from a ray of sun sizzling a sliver of my cheek and right eyelid. For the first time in weeks I feel well rested. Perhaps because I helplessly fell asleep in the taxi on our way home from that photography studio turned club in Shadwell last night.

Daniel Clapton -14

For hours I had struggled to keep the buzz up, to socialise among hundreds of Londoners dressed up as Dia de los Muertos, Mario Brothers and various creepy characters. Finally I was in this city again, so I couldn’t just go home and sleep and miss out on all the things I miss so intensely back in Stockholm. Once in the taxi though, I was beyond rescue and instantly fell into hard slumber, only waking from you gently shaking me with a laugh.

Daniel, Clapton -14

Now it’s you who’s sleeping. I’m lying here pretending we don’t exist outside this room as it all would be so much more simple then. I try not to wake you up even though I really want to. I watch the sun sweep over the worn concrete wall, over your well tailored jackets, a hat I’ve only seen you wear once and over the wooden beams we climb over to get into your bed. I wonder how the fuck it feels when you wake up here alone.

When I left in August and cried and you cried, my heart didn’t survive anymore but had never made me so aware of its existence. Our standard joke in midst of the misery then was that at least now, you will get to sleep in because I won’t be there to wake you up.

Daniel in the attic

But that’s then, when I’m in a different city, a different country even, and it feels like an elastic band stretched out to the max is pulling my heart back to London. Where I used to live with you, but I don’t anymore. If I would just forget and let go for a split second my heart would catapult straight back here. But it’d get ripped away from the rest of me and I’d return to being a shell.

You can sleep when I’m gone, not now. So I wake you up by kissing you slightly too violently, and telling you exactly that sad joke of ours. You smile a sleepy smile and say you don’t even mind.

Daniel climbing out his window

Once we’re awake I never want to leave the bed but after a while you get impatient and we get up. I put on my shortest skirt because I know you like it and I feel like a queen in it. Also it’s the only garment I packed which is suitable for the 25degrees outside.The rest of my bag is made up by faux fur, artsy turtlenecks and leather dresses. Gorgeous clothing but I wish all November days would feel like summer and I’d throw them out in a second.

– OMG Daniel, we have to climb up on your roof! I shout out of nowhere, which I tend to do when something brilliant suddenly hits me.

– What – now? What about brunch? I’m starving! you reply, borderline hangry (hunger + anger you know).

Well, I’m going up on your roof, you can stay here. (me behaving like a teenager)

Daniel, Hackney, nov -14

And with a skirt too short and a window too small I climb out with everything apart from grace, looking more like a GIRLS episode then an American Apparel ad. Once up though London pierces my soul probably eleven times. This city! I shove my head down the window and shout down to you:


I know you think I’m completely mental but hilarious (which I am more than happy to live with) and you cave in and climb up to me.

Linn on Daniel's rooftop, London

We hang out on the roof tiles, and I want to scream because I don’t feel an ounce of sadness. Up there with the bus 55 thundering past us below it feels like that time after just a few dates when we climbed out your window onto the roof of Spitalfield’s market with breakfast and steaming coffees. Your music blasting out of the speakers and my being so impressed about the fact that you who adore music more than anything still had a favourite song. Sun showers passed over us and fucking hell I was dizzy from being around you.

We laugh at that now because how weird isn’t it that there was a time when we were strangers still.

Daniel on his rooftop The sun is burning away all the autumn gloom in our skin and veins so that we can pretend it’s spring approaching and not a deadly winter. The woman on the fourth floor in the neighbouring house smiles and waves at us with her cigarette. She seems to sit in her window smoking in her maroon coloured kimono every single time I look. She must be a writer of some kind or maybe she’s just a freelancing(unemployed possibly post grad) student with a sassy wardrobe like the rest of London. At least she’s not depressed, yet. Something that is sure in this life is that depressed people don’t wave, so good for her.

– Should we head down? I ask.

Yeah, I’m fucking dying, let’s go for brunch.

I love you being a drama queen, just like me.




Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Back from London

Linn Wiberg, Clapton I’m now back from my weekend in London. Oh my, that city still has my heart in its devil fist. I’ve awoken in Daniel’s attic room from the furious rain crashing down on the roof, but I’ve also hung out on that exact same roof in 23 degrees. God I miss living there, with its dirty bricks and messy traffic, cheap brunches and pubs in every corner. I’ve done exactly everything I used to do whilst living there and it’s been fucking great. Even though the air is heavy with pollution, it’s where I can breathe. I’ll hurry up editing so I can show you.   Linn

When Sebastiaan and Daniel were visiting

According to me you have to be slightly mental to want to come and visit Sweden in the midst of the wet autumn. Luckily enough I happen to have both a boyfriend and a bff who are just mental enough to come during the rainiest weekend. I was so happy I thought I’d cry (it’s like that’s become my trademark, crying). Sebastiaan in my room, Stockholm I took them to experience the Swedish government’s monopoly on alcohol, devouring in poached eggs in a back room of a cafe and shopping in completely deserted shops filled with stunning bespoke items and crafted clothing. The best thing was just hanging out at home though. Wet and cold we crashed down in the sofas, streaming the Arsenal match whilst cracking some beers open. It was just like old times in all of my precious flats in Whitechapel/Bethnal Green/Shoreditch. We continued drinking whiskey and playing tracks whilst discussing loves, dates, gigs, travels. Relaxed hang outs are so rare once you live in different cities because you have such little time and so much catching up to do. But it’s even more needed i’d say. Sebastiaan & Daniel, Stockholm -14 Then it was time to take these boys on the tube down central. IMG_4654 To have a dumpling dinner with this chick! The super woman Frida who had just come home from Nike flying her over to NYC for a pressrelease event or whatever. *sigh* Stockholm, -14 Tobias joined us and we took some band pics which made Frida crave her polaroid camera so we headed over to hers. At Frida Vega -14 And it was the best messy pad ever!!! Considering Frida is the most all white picture perfect person this was such a relief to see. At Frida Vegas -14 <3 At Frida Vegas, oct -14 I think this’ll be my new concept. Surprise visit perfect photobloggers showing off their messy homes. Stockholm -14 We thanked for the awesome behind the scenes. Frida Vega Oct -14 The rest of the night was spent at Bierhaus in Vasastan, drinking weird Weissbier and just getting messier and messier until it was time to go home and sleep it off. This babe and these boys are a dream.   Linn

Linn Wibergs webbshop
metro mode weekly

Signa upp dig till vårt nyhetsbrev!

Pamela Bellafesta
Makeup by Lina
Henrietta Fromholtz
Susanne Barnekow
Sassa Asli
34 kvadrat
Jannike Ebbing
Fannie Redman
Jenny Sunding
Tyra-Stina Wilhelmsson
Joanna Swica
Paulina Forsberg
Marie Serneholt
Elin Johansson
Tess Montgomery
Emma Danielsson
By Momo
Cassandra Lundgren
Fanny Ekstrand
Josefines Yoga
Mathilda Weihager
Niklas Berglind