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Q+A-Linn-Wiberg It’s literally been years(!) since my last q+a session and tons has happened and the majority of you readers weren’t here then. So I figured it was about time for a new one! Fire away, you can ask about anything and everything!

About me, things I’ve done, or haven’t done. Blogging, photography, writing, Hyper Island, London or clothing. If you want to know how I dealt with long distance, self hatred, anxiety, life or if you want a second opinion or your problems. Or perhaps if you have any questions for or about Daniel?

Feel free to write in Swedish or in English and I’ll translate it. <3 <3



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My Favourite Friday in London This Summer

Fridays are the best inventions in the whole history of mankind, and especially the ones in London. So as the weekend is here I want to show you one of my favourite Friday’s from this summer in London.


I had been spending the morning writing surprisingly much in Daniel’s flat up in Clapton. As the words fell out of me the hours passed and as soon as it got tough I met up with Ornella to walk around Shoreditch, if you remember?  It was humid and grey but the summer still felt endless.


Back in the flat I could hear Daniel enter the big iron gate with his bike. The one that I bought two years ago now, as I was starting London College of Communication and thought that finally I know what I’ll be doing for the next three years. Little did I know. Now the bike is his. He bought it off of me, mostly out of kindness so that I’d be able to buy lunch.

His steps are light, because it’s Friday and as he comes in he grabs me hard and I can’t take my hands off him. We end up listening to the Weeknd and Fetty Wap loud with open windows, finishing the crackers left in our empty cabinet, before walking down to Som Saa. It’s a thai pop up in one of the arches behind London Fields.


We have a dinner date with Amel and Jimmy and I know so well how I will curse when I’m back in Sweden again, but I order everything weird and expensive on the menu. Even the cocktails are odd, spiced with lemon grass and what looks like fish eggs but feels more like tapioca or chia seeds. The conversation is flowing and they turn out to be a brilliant combo, Amel and Jimmy, despite not knowing each other really.


The food is gone and the drinks empty so we head out into the heavy dusk, air full of summer winds and approaching thunder. At the off license next to where I used to nanny we buy cans and head out on the streets towards Dalston.


There’s a new bar that has opened up named Pamela and it looks cool on the internet, which surely means it’s worth checking out IRL too. Outside a kebab shop we stand like teens, giggling, trying to finish up our beers but our bellies are too stuffed.


Pamela’s turns out to be pretty brilliant. Close to the wide open windows we sit, chewing on free olives and ordering banana cocktails. All around us are photos of Pamela Anderson and one lonely rocker chick with torn boots is hanging out at the bar. It feels like New York City and my t-shirt is sticking to my breast bone. More of our friends stumble in from all corners, some who have dated but still don’t make it awkward, some who I don’t know but that it turns out who’s flat I’ve been to a party in.


It feels late but it isn’t, because somehow London nights are endless. We still rush up to Ridley Road though, to make it before the massive queue starts. We don’t, but still manage to sneak in anyways.



The dj with the bleached hair who has the best and most eclectic taste in music is there, and she fucking rocks. The sun is gone since long and it smells like cheap gin, damp shoes and ginger beer.


The place closes at two, and I’m drenched. My hair that’s usually as flat as a sheet of paper sticks in curls along my forehead and down my neck. The boys smoke and I tell them with love that they look ridiculous.


I guess it’s allowed. Normally my hard working brain wants to sleep right about now, but not tonight.



So the four of us walk up to the shaggy pub Shacklewell Arms. It’s where we used to go sometimes back when I hung out with Sam, when we were still just best friends and before he punched me in the face. The disco lights sweep through the venue and we try to make it through the ocean of young people in leather jackets to get to the dance floor.


Cher and Prince and the Strokes come on and I get a drink spilled over my jeans and we dance so much that it dries up. It’s good to be back. Hopefully our weekends will be a little bit like this one. It’s off to a good start though, because Daniel is on his way over to Stockholm.



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helloI just want to say welcome to all of you newbies who’ve stumbled into my little internet palace lately! (& to all of you who stay loyal and are still in my badass team)

As many of you know Metro is starting it’s new section named Metro Creative that I’m part of together with Sandra Beijer, Flora Wiström, Sara Edström and Sandra Lundin. It is a creative lifestyle collective where we post articles, collaborations, think pieces, DIYs, playlists and much more. So keep and eye out and if you have anything you think would fit in there, email us your contributions to (both english and swedish are welcome).  Processed with VSCOcam with a6 presetBut mostly I look like this nowadays because I’m working on my final client project at my school Hyper Island. There I’m creating the digital future for a yoga studio whilst simultaneously finalising my portfolio so that I can apply for internships to start in November! It’s a lot but I’m a boss lady so I can manage.


Here’s a more thorough and badass introduction of me. Don’t forget to follow me with bloglovin so you don’t miss out on any posts and just comment below if you have questions. <3 <3


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Time for another post with short documentaries with inspirational women. I tend to watch them on the bus on my way to work or a meeting because it makes me feel like a bloody boss. Hopefully these will do the same for you! Don’t miss out on the first part.

Badass photographer Andrea Sonnenberg aka Teenwitch captures everything that I dream of when it comes to youth culture. I want to catch a plane down to the States and become her intern/friend and experience her adventurous life.

The community and artistry behind the female black hair beauty Salons in the States.

Maddie Sensibile just seems like the coolest chick. She works with social media for Urban Outfitters and talks about her obsession and love for bands.

Runner and chef Preety Mudhar on going after her dream job and how being athletic helped her do that.

Shantell Martin, an artist known for her stream-of-consciousness drawings, draws on people, on airplanes, and on clothing. Her approach to art and creation is free and liberating and I wish I could have the same attitude to writing.



Part I



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Highlights From My London Summer

I have a few photos left from my summer in London so I thought I’d share some of my highlights with you from that rainy, grey, magical town.


On one of the rainiest of Sundays I was heavy and hungover but still managed to get out. I stumbled upon the best sample sale where I got my favourite summer shoes and then met up with six of my favourite people. Squeezed in under broken sunroof a we sat drinking ales whilst getting drenched from the rain. People think I’m odd but rain is my favourite weather so I didn’t mind one bit (which makes London a pretty good match for me) because I was with my babes. <3 <3


Lovisa had taken the bus all the way back east and (I returned the favour by going on an exotic one day holiday down to her girl collective down South). And it might sound lame but when you can’t afford paying for your bus ride, the other side of town does feel like another country.


We kept on bar hopping around Dalston, occupying the tiniest corner in the otherwise full pubs. It was the Wimbledon finals and England was going nuts. As the hangover caught up with me and made me head home, my insane friends went back home to continue partying until 11am the morning after.


Another of my favourite nights this summer was when I met up with Daniel, Gin and Seb in Soho for after work drinks. A little tipsy we took a taxi(!) down to Peckham and Frank’s rooftop bar (which I recommended in my London Guide).


It was humid and warm out, young people everywhere with summer in their lungs and fairy lights reflecting in their eyes. The whole carpark rooftop was filling up and we zigzagged through the crowd, the twilight vibrating, feeling like this night would explode into fireworks and be forever etched into my memory.


In between british boys in ugly print tees we found my girl Kajsa. I introduced Gin to her, Seb’s new girlfriend, and she fell in love with her just like I had.


And when Seb had to go home to get ready for work, she stayed out with us! <3


It’s when I get up this high I lose my breath over London. This night was no different. London is so big and there is so many places to see and things to do and it’s alive!!! CAN I BE YOUNG 4EVER PLZ.

When nighttime crept upon us we walked over to a tiny little basement snooker club called Canavan. It was like back when I was nineteen and Olivia and I hung out at Efes four nights a week, dancing to hiphop with bad boys. Tonight the boys stood crammed around the bar, dancing to electronic music or talking about getting married whilst weirdos of all ages played snooker and wore odd outfits. Weird weird London I like you a lot.


A few days I met up with my mental coach and ultimate diva Danielle to try sort out our lives over coffees and laptops in Dalston. I mostly sat sighing over her hair, gossiping about pop stars and music videos, colleagues trying to explain ”underground and laughing at her flatmate situations.


As July merged into August Jared and Olivia invited us over to their new flat in Chancery Lane. They’ve moved in to an old postal office with a grand entrance, sauna and one of those rooftop terraces only annoyingly successful couples in glossy magazines have.


We ate tapas in the sunset like the glossy editorial stars we are.


I can’t believe it’s only two months left until I move back to this place. And settle down! No more moving away or having to study elsewhere or do long distance. This summer definitely didn’t put me off.



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