The Aftermath




There are so many thoughts and feelings running through me right now, but first things first, I’m incredibly humbled by the reaction from my latest post. Never in this world could I’ve even imagined that it would effect so many. And by many, I’m referring to those of you who actually took the time and reached out. Although I’ve shared personal journeys before, it still amazes me how powerful sharing can actually be.  That being said, thank you all for sharing your thoughts, feelings and your own personal journeys with me.

The aftermath of Fridays article allowed something to happen – these past weeks I have been referring to it as a creative constipations (I’m sorry if you’re getting grossed out but its the best way I can explain it), meaning having tons of thoughts in my head but as I sit down to produce a piece, my head goes blank. Writers block is maybe a more appropriate phrase. Needless to say, I feel lighter now although I still have so much to say – and enable to actually paint a picture for you with my words.

One thing that I’ve voiced on several occasions yet never on the blog is how different the style’s are in terms of international fashion/lifestyle bloggers versus Swedish. The difference that I’m referring to is while international fashion/lifestyle bloggers create content with an actual angle, the vast majority of people in this country show beautiful pictures and declare what they’ve done during the day. In other words; a diary.

I would like to know what you think about this topic –  do you prefer reading content that has actually something to with the pictures that are being shown or the diary version? Please, and I mean it, please share your thoughts because I find it so interesting to see what other opinion are. Be anonymous for what I care, I just want to know.

As for me, this is my point of view as a person whom has a genuine interest in fashion and have been reading blogs for many years; watching beautiful pictures is great but when the person in the picture tells their side of the story it becomes more interesting. It enables to learn something new, thoughts and feelings why the look is put together the way it is – or if its for a special occasion. But when I’m seeing a great look and a few sentences about whom they’ve met that day, whom they’ve had coffee with and so on – it becomes boring and frankly irrelevant. Guys, am I being too hard? Maybe, but honestly that’s just my point of view and others may find that content interesting.

As you can see, these soon to be six paragraphs proves that mymy creative constipation is gone. Hopefully, you didn’t loose the will to keep reading in the process or get tiered. But I really hope one brave soul shares their point of view in the comment section above.


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Photos by: Viktoria Möller


I’m wearing:

Jacket: Pierre Balmain

Sweater: Asos

Dress (worn as skirt): H&M

Sunglasses: Ray Ban’s

Bag: Prada

Shoes: Senso

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It has a new structure, applied across the whole system, that brings clarity to the entire experience. The interface is purposely unobtrusive. Conspicuous ornamentation has been stripped away. Unnecessary bars and buttons have been removed. And in taking away design elements that don’t add value, suddenly there’s greater focus on what matters most: your content.

Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem.

Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum.

Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum.

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Let’s Be Real For A Moment



Last Sunday, I accidentally stumbled upon the first SATC movie – while watching it (although I’ve seen so many times before) I was taken by how Carrie explains that she moved to NYC for love. That sentence stayed with me, probably because  I moved back to Stockholm for that reason. But the question that I was left with was: what happens when that love is gone?

The past months, I’ve been redesigning my life by trying to find a new purposes. Thats what happens when life crashed down over your head and your forced to build a new foundation. Before leaving to Los Angeles, there were no doubt that foundation was there and nevertheless strong. The chock of its absence dawned the day of my arrival back to Stockholm. There I was after a 14 hours trip and no sleep, unpacking and crying non-stop. It was overwhelming and the tears kept coming, instead of reading in to it I thought it might was a discharge of feelings. The following days were heavy while juggling a massiv jet lag and trying to get back to my Stockholm-mode – the trip had been successful on in terms of business and somewhat emotional and eye-opening on a privat front. Yet, the sadness followed me around like a dark little cloud over my existence. These past days have been heavy, and now reached  a point where I can’t no longer deny my feelings because my body is showing all the red flags, which brings us to this topic.

As Im writing this in my little picture perfect Parisian lookalike apartment, I can’t help but feeling the resistant of pushing the keyboards on my computer. A part of me has always been afraid of being open about this; the only people whom I felt safe with has heard me express these ashamed emotions. While some may think that what I’m writing is pathetic and too much; my only purpose of doing it is because its a way for me to heal and the hope of helping someone who is going through the same thing. One  person whom I want to give credit for being a inspiration for sharing my story is Isabel Adrian, and I’ve told her several times how much I admire her openness and vulnerability.

By now your probably thinking if I’m going to cut to the chase, but I’m struggling with pushing the keyboards. The shame and self-embarresments washes over  me, but here we go! I feel so incredibly lonely, to the point where the feeling washes over me like a powerful wave and leaves me undone. Its like an empty whole inside of me that keeps getting bigger and bigger yet I’m trying to hold on for my life because I refuse to fall. Everything became clear a few night ago at a private gathering; I had a great time but a panic attack started crawling closer and closer. I felt like I wanted to scream, but I knew nobody would hear me. No one could see me, I felt invisible. I gave my phone to my friend so she could call a for a cab, my hands were shaking and when I reached out my trembling hand I could see how worried my friend was. The party continued, she took me out and waited for the cab with me but it wasn’t until I was home that I felt safe. I wasn’t drunk, not even a little bit tipsy but there was a feeling that something needed to come out. The day after, the numbness joined me followed by a massive migraine. Yet again the denial compelled me to go out for a few errands, however the sounds of the city were louder than ever – and my head started spinning. I could not comprehend what was going on, I called a friend whom held me company on the phone till I was home again. Something was broken, I was broken. This void couldn’t be denied any more  – it was there again, and the truth is that I have been accompanied with this sensation from a early age of my life.

In todays social media socity, we’re trying so hard to give off a certain image. Some use their channels to inspire while others showcase the lifestyle that their living. Popularity is measured by the amount of followers, likes and comments we’re receiving to the point that people filter whom they’re going to hang out with depending on what they can gain from each others followings. Sorry, but thats the truth. As a blogger, writer and avid social media user I’ve learned that things are far from perfect published pictures and savvy captions. I don’t want anyone to look at my blog or Instagram feed and think that my life is perfect, the soul-purpose of why I’m sharing my stories is to be real and if that has a positive impact on someones life, well, thats amazing! But this is how I heal my hurt.

After these past events, I’ve been analyzing the past months blog posts. Its one thing to blog just because you have to, and another thing when it comes from within. I don’t know about you guys, but things that come from within is what captivates me the most. Authenticity! So this is my effort of being authentic, vulnerable and simply honest with my current status-quo.  And to be honest, I’m sure everybody has at some point in their lives felt lonely and completely empty.

Finally, I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. I’m okay – just going through a rough patch that I am aware that only I can fix it. Which I will – life is what you make it and I know for sure that this too shall pass.


Disclaimer: Photo found on Pinterest

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The Split Skirt



When mid-week comes around, the time comes to roll out those wardrobe staples with a twist. Because what makes a morning more fun than sartorial decisions?

I cant stress the importance of having a white shirt, regardless if you’re a boy or girl – they’re a definition of  MUST have piece. Pencil skirts breath timelessness, however if the cut isn’t up to date you might risking being out on thin ice or looking too corporate. This split skirt is not only wearable for business occasions, but also after your nine to five.

One questions I often get from my friends whom have a stricter dress code, such as court room for instance is advice for what to wear at work without looking like a total  bore. My answer is always is the same, dress for occasion but stay up-to date with silhouette and colors. Invest in staple pieces made of excellent quality, a great base goes a long way.


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I’m wearing:

Shirt: Asos

Skirt: Asos

Shoes: Schutz

Sunglasses: Ray-Ban’s


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WWL: Lace-Up



This weeks Wednesday Wish List contains of lace-ups, not only shoes but also dresses and tops. Not only do I have a little obsession going on but find them incredibly flattering – puts that perfect 70’s vibe to your summer attire.
Click on the imaged below for more details on each piece, happy shopping!

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