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Visions Festival

analogue snapshots

Förra sommaren köpte jag en Fuji DL 190 för att ersätta de otaliga engångskameror jag burit runt på. Inte helt säker på om jag föredrar den.  Framkallade nyligen flera rullar film jag tagit med den vilka visade sig vara fyllda av enormt mycket skräp (tydligen är min kreativa själ högst nocturnal) men också några random guldkorn från bortglömda dagar. Vi tittar!

Last summer I bought a Fuji DL 190 to replace my countless disposable cameras and recently I developed a bunch of film I had lying around. They turned out to be filled with a lot of shit (turns out my creative soul is highly nocturnal) but also some random, golden snippets from days forgotten. Let’s have a look.


Först den här briljanta bilden av Natalie och Danielle när de försökte kränga all sorts småplock för att ha råd med hyra/att turnera i USA. Det var dödsvarmt och allt och alla vad bakis. Cred till dom för att till 100% se ruttade och världsvana ut fast att alla loppisstammisar mobbade dom. Alltså, in och läs om det här.

First this brilliant shot of Natalie and Danielle trying to flog all kinds of knick knacks to afford rent/a north american tour. It was hot af and all were hungover, but cred to the two for looking 100% in their right element despite being bullied by the regulars. Read more about that here.


Bex och Paul mellan spelningar på Visions Festival 2015 när Saboune nästan svalde en geting och jag föll pladask och skämde ut mig för Hinds.

Bex and Paul in between gigs at Visions Festival 2015 when Saboune almost swallowed a wasp and I fell head over heels for Hinds.


Dagen då jag plåtade Ornella runt om i Hackney och hon självklart såg mer än fab ut.

The day I shot Ornella in different locations around Hackney, and she looked more than fab.


En från alla miljoner pubkvällar. Den här på the Royal Oak med Kajsa.

From one of the billion pub evenings. This one at the Royal Oak with my doll Kajsa.


Den här tog Daniel av mig på en lat sommareftermiddag när jag helt glömt bort att vintern ens kunde komma.

Daniel shot this of me on a lazy summer day when I had forgotten that winter would ever arrive.



Från när jag och Flora flögs ned till Köpenhamn med Jane Kønig och hade en 24 timmars romans. Helt seriöst världens highlight från 2015. Läs en liten berättelse jag skrev om det här.

From when Flora and I were flown down to Copenhagen with Jane Kønig, and had a 24hour romance. Honestly, such a highlight 0f 2015. Wrote a lil story about it here.


Spenderade en vecka med min familj i skärgården innan de flyttade till Kenya och jag till London. Att se bilder från det här inlägget får mig att paniklängta efter dagar på klipper med havsluften längs huden och badtovigt hår.

Spent a week with my family in the archipelago before they moved to Kenya and I to London. Looking at the pictures in this post makes me ache for summer and days on cliffs with the ocean breeze on my skin.


Jag spenderade en stor del av min sommar i London. En dag tog min kompis Saboune ledigt så vi kunde åka till Whitstable på en mini semester och äta ostron för några pennies.

I spent a big chunk of my summer in London and my mate Saboune took a day off so we could go to Whitstable on a mini holiday and eat oyster for a few pennies.


Eftermiddagshäng med min syster Saga medan hon fixade sig inför typiskt tonårshäng med sina kompisar vid IPn.

Afternoon hangouts with my sister Saga as she got ready to meet her mates on a typical teen hang out by the sport centre.


Min boo och jag, svettiga och i extas på Visions FestivalÄlskar reflektionen av den typiskt industriella Londonsolnedgången i fönstret bakom oss.

Nu måste sommaren komma, jag klarar inte av att vänta mer.

My boo and I, sweaty and ecstatic at Visions Festival. Love the industrial London sunset reflecting in the window behind us.

On that note, summer needs to hurry up and get here immediately.


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I don’t know how but for some reason Visions Festival somehow has managed to fall on the day before my changing something in my life drastically. Two years ago it was my quitting my job and starting uni, last year it was my moving to Stockholm and this year it was my last day of my summer in London. It sets up for a dramatic and wild day, that’s for sure.


The summer was everywhere and Daniel had convinced me to wear my black denim jeans so that I could crowd surf like last year. It sounded like a brilliant idea, reinforcing my false image of being a badass bitch. Out in the near 30 degree heat it seemed less fun though and one street down my hair was sticking to my back.

After lunch at the new Allpress Cafe in Dalston (go there it’s great!) we swung by the Princess May Car Boot Sale in Dalston where Amel and Astrid were hustling to try and scrape together some cash for their Greece trip. It didn’t go to well though, and three hours in they were too hot and too hungover and packed up.


By coincidence Danielle and Natalie were there too, hustling real hard.


Natalie had borrowed a car and driven there seven in the morning to get a good spot in between all the real car boot sale pros. Apparently some regulars had made comments like ‘I can tell that you’re new here, considering your price range. You’ll learn honey.’ and about how they laid up their stuff and all. DID NOT KNOW THAT THIS WAS A SPORT.


I adored how Danielle, like always, had gone full in for her look as a yard sale professional. <34546460


By this point my skin was boiling so Daniel and I went down the road to Voodoo Ray’s Pizza for some frozen margaritas. The streets were packed with mums carrying naughty tree year olds and Poundland bags and vendors screaming out extra price on tomatoes. About here Paul texted us to hurry down to Bethnal Green to pick up our wristbands and get the party starting. And so we did.


In a queue turning round three street corners we lined up with Seb, Wilma, Simon, Paul and Bex. Plus some ice creams and beers. I thought we would miss the whole day seeing this queue but it moved fairly quickly. Just as we approach the front I look at Saboune and his lip is as big as a camel’s! Somehow a bee had stung him without him noticing and his whole face was transforming into a gigantic balloon. So he had to turn in the door and head to the hospital. : ‘ (


The festival started up super weird and the first bands were shit!!!! Fortunately the live band settings are always pretty but halfway through JJ we left because those Swedes looked more miserable then I do in the midst of winter.


Instead we went to see the Spanish band Hinds, that I had never heard of but at the words ‘an all girls rock band declared Europe’s most exciting band by NME’ I was intrigued. And boy was it amazing. Paul was standing next to me screaming how these chick were incredible. With bras hanging out and ponytails twirling they went mad with their guitar riffs. Boys had boners and girls were drooling and I fell in love. Finally a band who love being on stage! Girls huh.


After the show I had to talk to the band so I hung around the fence, asked about touring and records and got my fangirl pic taken. The air in the venue was saturated with exasperation that turned the light into a mist.


The whole crowd was ecstatic afterwards talking about the performance.


We moved outside to buy burgers and beers, enjoying the approaching summer evening high on tunes and endorphins. An extroverts dream.

Fat-White-Family-at-Visions-Festival-2015-line-upThe whole afternoon we ran between venues screaming along to tracks we knew so well or heard for the first time, got stomped on by heavy doc martens, fell into puddles of spilled pints and moshed with band members. Fat White Family headlined around midnight and it felt like the whole festival had waited for this act all day, especially as they cancelled last minute last year.

The moment right before a big band walks on is my favourite. The crowd’s mumble has faded and you can hear the vibrations from the instruments’ amplifiers, screaming to get used. The expectations of the audience turns into electricity and with a boom the band storms out and the all around you hear the screaming of hundreds of full grown people, forgetting everything what it means to be composed. And of course they open with that one fucking song we all love.

We ended up in Paul and Bex’s living room doing stupid things and looking at taxidermy butterflies until four am. I walked home holding Daniel’s hand, feeling empty and tired. My black jeans didn’t crowd surf but they were pretty happy anyways. The morning after I was once again on a plane far away from everything I love.


Also see my previous festival adventures:

Visions Festival 2014

Visions Festival 2013

My disposable camera from Field Day 2014

Field Day Festival 2014

My disposable camera from Field Day 2013

Field Day Festival 2013




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