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spandex is for dancing. so i made myself a pair of shiny pants.

sneaky. shitty. but fabby.

a little clue on what i am working on. these picturs are from a very early stage, and i still have a lot of finishing to do. also, the picturs are kind of shitty, yes i know, and completely uninspirering and lame. so if you are a photographer and happens to live in gothenburg and want to do some cool shoots, contact me.

dirty cherry.

for you, i am only a bird eating cherries from a tree.
for me, you are like cherries for my bird.

kick me, you dirty old man.

dirty people fascinate me.

school dress with no name yet.

so maybe I let my self get a little bit to pedantic and a little bit to obsessed my the idea of making everything "perfect", and by perfect I don't mean correct or by the rules, more how I want it. This had led to long nights with swearing over this dress, that I just don't seem to understand right now. I always follow my instincts, and despite doubts along the way, in some magical way I usually end up satisfied with the result. But now, it is like... I mean, the dress looks awesome. But it is like it looks sad. Depressed, unhappy in it's own skin. Maybe it is to sophisticated. Yes, it could use some sweet roughness. And some sequins.

you can count the birds. but don't count on them to represent your longing.

Sketching class and our teacher as model. Decided she is kind of like a bird sometimes.
Or an elegant lady from England. Yes, I belive she must have a brittish bird in her past life.

dead serious. boring lessons, sketchbook almost full.

i am the story.

Just imagine my face in the magazine

People analyzing my look, my body or

Any plastic surgery.

Serious shoulders, first edition.

Irina three years old or something. Feeling more fabulous than ever in her new dress made by her mom, designed by herself, on the christmasparty in the small village in Finland she lived in.
Well, you gotta admire her for her currage and individuality.

bulletproof? no protection for my damaged brain.

Papers, papers, papers. But very soon I hope, there will be more time for actual action and adventurous sewingnights.
And when I find a scanner somewhere in Gothenburg, witch has showned to be a non-technical town, I can show new and more fancy sketches.

Next week we will show our dresses we have been working on for the last two weeks. As usual I am not finished, but I do have a good feeling. Everything that makes you feel like a space/disco-ladie from the 80's is good.
And after that, soon soon, january 7th, the "hideous as hell/trains wants to be fabulous too"-dress will stand at the centralstation. For everyone in Gothenburg, there will be champagne and fabulous people there that night, so please join us.

oh, oh, you're in the army now.

twisted sisters.

vulgar fools. new inspiration.

kiss my lips. suck my tongue.