Sometimes I feel like this, fog in the sunlight. ( I really don’t I just happen to think that this particular selection of ramdom words sound awesome in that specific combination. Sunlight makes me feel like a god)

Frederiksberg

Blur 

You go back to him and I go back to ….. 

Another kind of green

Last shoot for the musicvideo last night

Spamming fashion magazines world wide, while listening to son house. 

Has a strange fragrant solidity. It reminds me of the thunder of youth, and the loss of immortality we all must suffer when we realize time is time and not even the sun or the moon roaring in your veins can change that. But on nights like this I can almost smell the power and feel the love in bones, the certainty of the uncertain, that knowledge that the love you feel for that first someone is so powerfull it could rip continets apart and move the earth around your feet. The force of awkward puppy love, the infalible, whispering secrets. All this in the air tonight. All this flowing in my veins. This is a night for love making with the windows wide open and the soft spring air against the truth of naked skin, this is a night for feeling loved and blessed. And I hope you all do. 

I may or may not have stolen a pair of sunglasses in a drunken haze fueled by backstage beer in roskilde on friday. I rather like to think that the god of sunglasses look down on me and saw my need and therefor bestowed upon me these aforementioned sunglasses. Either way it’s the first pair with yellow tint I have ever had and though the remind a little of my mother it’s rather wonderful how the world looks through them.