Det är oktober och jag älskar dig.

I remember reading out loud to Sylvia from Kristofer’s blog and telling her; “This is the one, the boy I’m going to marry“. It was before we actually met, and I know it probably sounds stalker-ish and weird, but I just knew. Like, he would be the one who would totally get me, that we were so much alike that anything else would be impossible. A little more than a week after we did meet, he sent me a text that said: “I am going to marry you, even if it has to be a shotgun wedding!” Tomorrow we celebrate one year together, and I still get this jolt in my stomach every time it hits me that I’m with him, the boy I'm (one day) going to marry.

xox

Emily

Alla måste dansa.

This weekend was wonderful in every way! Blog Awards was fabulous (cupcakes and drinks and pretty girls, what's not to love?) and afterwards we met up with lots of great friends and just kept partying until 6 a.m. at Spy Bar. The photo's are by Sylvia, I didn't bring my camera to BA (I'm so afraid of losing my baby at the club) but I regret that now like I always do. All in all, I had the best time.

xox

Emily

Det är när du tystnar ett tag, det är när du tittar på mig jag måste tänka mig för. Ibland önskar jag att du inte såg ut som du gör.

Today is all about:
+ Moliére
+ lipstick
+ guilty pleasures

xox

Emily

Stockholm sett snett uppifrån; aldrig har väl hustak glittrat så? Aldrig har en stad varit vackrare, och fött något så fult.

Yesterday Kristofer and I went to see a play, and I fell in love with the view outside the theatre, as usual. Stockholm in the fall and during twilight, there are few thing like it. And I fall for it every time.

xox

Emily

När du pratar verkar du jättedum och du är alldeles för ung.

I can’t really remember when I discovered what fashion was, but I do remember having a revelation of fashion as a personal statement. I was ten or eleven and this kind of tight black long-sleeved T-shirt with plastic flowers sown on to the chest was really in (preferably paired with plaid pants and some horrid furry polyester cardigan). I just didn’t get it, because even though it was obvious that these clothes had been labeled “fashion” by someone, they looked like shit to me. So my best friend and I took a vow to never succumb to wearing that kind of crap and to always have good taste. A couple of weeks later, when we came back to school after the weekend, she too had transformed in to this mannequin of bad taste. She’d even got the plaid platform booties to match. And I was like; what the fuck? After that day I swore to myself to never wear anything just to fit in, but to wear what I thought it was beautiful. I wouldn’t be caught dead in the clothes I wore then today, though, haha.

xox

Emily

Lejon och tigar och björnar, oh my.

Today I really feel like fleeing from this world to another. Click the pic to get the source.

xox

Emily

Det låter för vackert för att vara sant. Men du vet, de bästa sakerna gör ju det.

Beautiful polaroids from this talented man.

xox

Emily

Tjära och fjädrar.

I've been working on this photo on and off for a while. I tend to take photos, work on them and if I'm not instantly satified I leave them to grow or deteriorate (it all depends)... This one grew for me, and now I really like it. It's my darling Sylvia from the "Tar and Feathers"-shoot we did.

xox

Emily

Räv.

I've been wanting to dye my hair red for a year now. Why I don't really know, it was never my favorit hair color for myself. But then I bought this wig to try it out, like my mother used to make me do when I was a kid (I wanted black hair desperatly and she wouldn't let my dye it until I'd spent numerous days sportin' a black wig). And now I don't know, I kinda like it. Should I go red?

xox

Emily

Dolores.

Lily Cole for French Playboy October 2008 by Xevi Muntané.

xox

Emily