There's this thing in Sweden called Midsummer which is about celebrating the summer solstice and the entrance of summer into the annual calender basically. And Swedes eat and dance around a pole like frogs (in a non-sketchy way I PROMISE), which, admittedly sounds incredibly strange. The beginning of summer in Sweden is also the time when the Weather decides to take a weekend off and offers temperatures around 10 degrees celcius. But in spite of that we manage to come together, friends and family, and it is the one time you might see me actually swim in the sea, despite the 15 degrees.
My little bro.
Karin and Gillian.
Ludwig is really resembling James Dean here.
Bill with ethnic hat.
A lot of hats were worn. Here by Mattias.
Anne-Li looking lovely.
One too many schnaps perhaps? Or did I just happen to catch them at an off moment.....
.....Seeing as Daniel and Peter do have the ability to look perfectly normal.
Gillian walking up from the water.
The chocolate dessert made by Anne-Li and Peter.
Filip and Daniel footballing.
And even more footballing.
I took a walk through the dangerously high grass to reach this little site.
Found a boat and still water.
The reflection of the sky in the water.
The bay stretching out into the sea.
I thought that this was just too cute. And also innovative! When you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night that is.
Couldn't resist a picture of the sky turning pink. Although that telephone line really ruins it all.
So that was my midsummer, it was incredibly cold (9 degrees) but the company made it worthwhile.
As of Friday two weeks ago I became the last one left not yet turned legal. Last Wednesday we celebrated this with Josefin's birthday and she threw together a barbeque in her backyard for us to come and enjoy. The weather was great and although the BBQ went on through the night the sunlight still shone bright. We made an impromptu long table out of the benches and tables we found in her garden. The mood was a bit strained as we were all so incredibly hungry and the meat wouldn't have being cut. So I had to intervene and tell Isabella that there really was no use trying to cut through the great bone she'd been struggling with, thus taking over the cutting-of-the-meat duties.
All in all, a very good evening with some of my favourite people.
Love you all this much xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This past weekend I had the privilege to hang out with my favourite people as they all came up for my graduation. Naturally, I took some pictures. Oh, and some are with my NEW CAMERA. It's a Canon EOS 600D, with a flip-screen and also a Tamron lens stretching from 70- 300 mm. It's simply amazing. And soon I'll post more pictures taken with it. Bloody heavy though. But for now, I have some pictures to show from the past few days.
It's been aproximately 72 hours. And still it feels like it hasn't happened yet. Like I'm still waiting, still that 3-year old girl who's first memory of her uncle is him screaming in happiness for his newfound freedom, amongst thirty other white-hatted youths. In my mind that is what I'm waiting for to happen. And I know it will never happen like that for me, believe me I've tried to reason with myself, to get it into my head that IT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED. IT'S OVER. But every time it's like a slam into a door closing in on itself refusing to open. And I move on, trying not to think about it. Because if I for one minute close my eyes and instead of trying to reason with myself, let myself actually feel something, I'm overrun with emotions I can't handle. If I let the thought crossing my mind be "It's all over" I somehow lose my bearings and sense of reality. What are we now? What do we do? Who are we, when everything we've known gets stripped away from us in just a leap out of a set of blue doors. What are we, when we emerge from them, if not time lords, then what? Because despite everything I've ever thought I wanted, despite the sadness and hurt these twelve years of school have brought me, and the will to just be free, run away, turn my back on it all - society, education, pressure - I have managed to do the one thing I never believed I could. I've changed my mind. This isn't freedom. At least it's not the freedom I hoped for, the freedom I remembered my uncle practically exuding all those years ago, yelling at the world that he can do whatever he wants now, and that he is never going back. Or is it? Is this it? If it is, why do I feel like I have MORE to worry about now, than I ever did before? I think perhaps it's not missing the hours I spent breaking my back over assignments and tests, but more so the people that I won't be surrounded by everyday. The people I make time to see and talk with outside school but also, and perhaps most importantly, the people I don't see and talk to except in school. What about them? They're like a fairy tale without a happy ending, the start of something good without the end of it.
Maybe it's different for me. Or maybe it's just life. Either way, free or not, I have graduated from school forever. And whether it's because I'm happy or sad, when I think of that leap I did now 73 hours ago, I feel like crying. I think if we would have been Time Lords it would have been easier.
My friends recently attended their senior High-School ball, or Prom, as some would call it. And although I myself didn't go, I was made photographer at our pre-prom gathering. So I'd like to share some of the photos I took of my friends and their dates - everyone looked stunning of course and the weather was extremely generous to give us a nice 20 degrees throughout the day.
I did take about 399 more but I thought showing all those would be overkill. Lovely people, lovely day and amazing bursts of laughter certainly made these photographs. Not forgetting, of course, all the frocks and dresses! Adore all of these people so much <3
So tonight was one of those lovely, eating dinner with your neighbours evening. Ate at the local pub on the corner, evening sun warming all of our faces. I had the vegetarian halloumi-burger, a first for me. Mainly I spent the time photographing all the little knick-knacks and corners this place has that I always fail to capture.
So, basically there were a lot of photos.
Here they are, summarising a delightful evening.
Sorry for mass-upload.
Like I said, had a bit too much fun with my camera tonight.
Åt på nya stället Härlig Pasta i Gamla Stan med Nina ikväll. Mysigt som tusan.
Lite saker som har hänt genom min instagramlins de senaste veckorna:
Farmor och farfars matsal på Linnéplatsen i Göteborg.
Lite 50-talskänsla påväg till stranden i Påvelund.
Liten sneaky själv-bild genom en av IKEA's fina speglar och framförallt guldramar! Med nya monki-väskan vid min sida. 150 kr totalvärt om någon undrar.
Pimpat mina runda Musse Pigg ASOS-glasögon för ett lite spexigare utseende till vardags-edgen.
Bror min på hans 13-årsdag. Här återupptäcker han sitt gamla Nintendo.
Ett fantastiskt tak på en herrgård vi stannade förbi innan vi åkte till Ronneby och till mormor.
Och sist men inte minst, ett lite fint budskap på Norska till er alla för att sprida min nya 17-års visdom.
Det var de senaste två veckorna det, hoppas ni har det gött, snart kommer nog lite mer bilder från Ronneby och Göteborgs-resorna.
/ fortsätt simma folks
Den 1a juni är det dags för East Collective här i Norrköping. Detta är en design och vintagemarknad som arrangeras lite då och då där både företag och privatpersoner får möjlighet att antingen sälja kläder eller andra produkter - och den här gången så smäller jag upp ett bord tillsammans med min fina vän Nina. Ni hittar oss på översta våningen i köpcentret Spiralen i centrum. Här medföljer en länk till eventet + mer information: https://www.facebook.com/events/362162483888072/