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Flora Wiström

My new favourite coffee table book, a podcast & Molami Headphones

Flora Fridas podd and Molami Headphones

It’s my favourite day of the year – Friday 13 (because it on that day in 2012 when Daniel asked me to be his gf). It’s also my final and last day of unemployment, at least for this time.

I’ve landed an internship in insights and strategy at an content creation agency called Nonsense! Yay me. So on Monday I will enter the office, hand sweat and all, to begin my journey as a professional. LOL. So how am I spending my last day of freedom/uncertainty?

Molami Headphones, Flora Frida podd and Chloe Sevigny

Well, I am doing the most relaxing thing I can imagine, which is sipping coffee whilst listening to a podcast and flicking through a print mag or coffee table book. No screens, no text, no dialogue. Molami Headphones Pica black

Molami sent me their Plica headphones in black Napa leather the other week, thank you thank you. I don’t write about just anything people send me but I am smitten and head over heels and lovelove these. They are just about big enough to gracefully cover my ears but nothing else, plus the soft Napa leather and the copper details are so pretty. People have seriously stopped me on the streets, and that’s fab. Check them out here.

Morning in Hackney

So what am listening to then? Well, apart from all my 100 playlists I’ve gotten really into podcast. I’ve previously written about The Heart that is a favourite of mine, but since a few months my friends Flora & Frida have started a podcast where they discuss their personal experiences with heartfelt topics like female masturbation, freelancing and relationships. All in Swedish, which is a huge bummer, but it’s brilliant. Listen in the podcast app or here.

Chloe Sevigny

Meanwhile I’m also going through the book of my biggest girl crush right now, Chloë Sevigny. It’s not my book, it’s Daniel’s flatmate’s, but oh I wish it was.

Chloe Sevigny Book

One gets to follow Chloë through photographs of her so far 40 years of godessness, not in any particular order. There are prom photos amongst her sitting front row during fashion week, snapshots from the 90s cult film Kids, her in a teenage buzzcut or naked on a magazine cover. It’s raw, it’s glamorous and it’s awesome.

Young Chloe SevignyChloe Sevigny prom picturesChloe Sevigny Teen Shaved HeadBook of Chloe SevignyFurthermore it’s capturing. Her friend Natasha Lyonne writes a gorgeous afterword about her time with Chloë, and just that section is worth buying the book for. Is there anything as beautiful as seeing a person through the eyes of their best friend? I especially like this section about them traveling to Greece:

I remember when we were in Greece together five years ago, I brought a big suitcase full of black clothing – it’s the Mediterranean in July so I brought cashmere sweater and socks. You know, just the essentials. Chloë, on the other hand, brough one bathing suit that was in the 1980s style, where the thong goes high above the hips – just a little piece of string. She had that, a cropped Elvis T-shirt, a little bottle of sun-block, and a few novellas from St. Mark’s Bookshop that she always reads while traveling. So I’m lugging this huge suitcase of sweaters and socks around, and there is Chloë with her tiny portable bag. Chloë needs very little to make things happen. It’s not about what it it. It’s about the fact that it’s on her.”

Find the book here.

Molami Headphones

So yeah, a pretty brilliant last day as unemployed.




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24hrs in Copenhagen with Jane Kønig

Early early on Thursday morning I habe a taxi honking for me outside my godmother’s house out in suburbian Stockholm. The minimalistic Danish jewellery brand Jane Kønig has invited me for a 24 hrs press trip down to Copenhagen. I am dressed in a miniskirt and heels with a tiny suitcase on wheels, you know one of those that even Ryainair let’s you bring onboard as hand luggage. Feeling fab and lost and a little bit like a fraud.

As the driver opens the door to the back seat for me I get a message from Flora ”I’m in my taxi now, are you ready?”

I type up a respons on my cracked iphone 5 screen. ”Me 2! fuck I’m feeling all nervous haha”


Less than an hour later we land at Copenhagen airport accompanied by ten famous swedish bloggers and manage to go by train to the city without paying. Whilst hanging out at my favourite place, the Internet, I have once again stumbled upon some city gems, and sent it to Flora with a WE HAVE TO GO HERE. There are still a few hours before we can check in at the hotel, so we go.


Being in a foreign country early on a weekday morning feels like eating forbidden fruit. The city is still drowsy but simultaneously busy and for a moment it feels like you have all the time in the world to explore.


The spot I’d looked up is Cafe Auto which I’ve found through this interview with Danish writer Nana Hagel for Ignant.


In one of the corners Flora and I sit down ordering scrambled eggs and cappuccinos, talking about all the grand things we are working on, die over some fucking fantastic news and get serious when subjects like death or friendship breakups come up. It’s so strange that this is only the fourth time we actually meet(!) and it feels like I’ve known her a lifetime. I guess it’s just like that with people who are unafraid of letting other people in and up close. She was the one who recruited me for Metro, right after this London adventure in April if you remember.


Busy as we are, we spend a couple of hours in front of the laptops working before Copenhagen just screams for us to GET OUT ENJOY ME EXPLORE ME. We obey and manage to stumble upon H.C. Anderson’s grave first thing.


I like how Flora shifts how she dresses with the shift of a season. It’s as if nature sweeps through her wardrobe and transform its pallette just as it does with the trees. As you can tell it’s officially autumn.


I have somewhat expected nothing of Copenhagen other than it’ll be another version of Stockholm; stunning but sleepy and very wealthy. Partially I’m sure that’s true, but it runs out thatthere is also something else about Copenhagen. An aura, if one believes in those, that was far more relaxed and inviting, and people are gorgeous riding their bikes everywhere.


At some futuristic ice cream shop called ISTID we stop, where they whip up these desserts by adding liquid nitrogen to cream! From a tall Dane who says he eats at least six ice creams a day we order one salty pecan flavour and one with crushed chocolate and cranberry sauce.

Flora-Wistrom,-CopenhagenHe stutters when talking to us blonde babes and later Flora asks if I think it was because he got shy. Absolutely, I say and then we agree on how wicked it is still being able to make boys nervous, despite having been in a relationship for over 3 years *still got it*.

Around here we realise that we have less than an hour to get back to the hotel room, get ready and make it to the event that people actually flew us down to attend.


By a miracle we stand in the lobby on time. Amongst the highest of heels, expensive design clutches and the most perfect of curls I feel like wow this is so exotic AND I LOVE IT. I did not know I had a glamorous diva in me until now, but oh I will embrace it. I might be a blogger fraud but if that’s the case lucky me, because this ride I will enjoy.

They’ve rented a bus and we get picked up, first driven to Jane Kønig’s boutique and later to some club venue.


Obviously there are hashtagged cupcakes and Moet.


I also find a glossy white present with my name on it which makes my little blogger heart melt. I’ll show you later what was in it. Apparently they don’t have beer at events like these so we order vodka and soda and try to fit in!


But mostly I just sit spellbound by my conversation with Flora wildly discussing politics and horrifying a teen fashion intern with having body hair and using mooncups. At nine we say bye to the blogger party.


And go out on a bar hunt! As some of you saw on my snapchat we are a little tipsy and very giggly (@linn.wiberg if you haven’t added me yet) walking through the cobbled streets.


Flora coaches me in my aspirations as a writer and tells me to get my shit together. It’s tricky writing in a language that isn’t yours but being too novice in any other, plus having started walking down a career path that has nothing to do with that dream. I’m once again just finding excuses but hear this: I think I have actually figured out what the hell I should write about!


She brings me to this cool spot, drowning in red lights and saucy r’n’b called Bakken, in Kødbyen. I buy us beers and nachos to celebrate a little secret. I tell her my best nightmare stories from my exchange year in Spain as a teen because there is nothing scarier. One day when the mood is right, I will also tell you, if you’d like.

Before midnight we are back in our aquarium looking room, ordering wifi through room service and comparing pyjamas.

– Goodnight Flora.

– Sleep well Linn.


The morning after we feel like crap heading to the airport, but thank you Jane Kønig for making me into a jetsetter for a day.



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