From the streets

Last days of school before the summer, last exams, salsa lessons, great gigs... That means I'm busy busy busy. But I heard some very happy news today.

White wolf has grown up a bit

Sunshine, rain, sunshine, thunderstorm, sunshine, rain, sunshine. Cheesecake, brownies (too much), tea, coffee (too much), hot chocolate. Old music. Old friend and her dog. Sunshine.

Plans

Murmansk, one of the most interesting bands in Finland, is having their second album's release show at Bar Loose tonight. Great way to celebrate the fact that my flu went away!

All I need

Lazy, sunny days, drinking coffee with a friend, sun, seagulls, perhaps it's time to clean the windows, what else could a girl need?

Great.

This is something that can happen only to me. I was going to write an entry, with lots of pictures and I had actually something to say. But I took a shower 20 minutes ago and noticed just now that I didn't rinse my hair! So I'm writing with shampoo in my hair! Talking about being absent-minded... I guess I'm going back to the bathtub and try again tomorrow.

Please watch Lyckans Undulat by Detektivbyrån. It's a great song, there's pigeons in the video and I've been playing it over and over again. I'm stuck with that song!

Lyckans undulat

This morning I went jogging and took a camera with me. I'm not actually a big fan of digital cameras. I take better pictures with film camera. Taking digital photographs is way too easy. I think photography should be more difficult. Shooting with film requires more thinking and concentration and that can be seen in the results. That's a perfect way to learn to take better photos. (Toy cameras have their own rules.)







If I had been jogging with a film camera, I don't think I would have taken these pictures. I'm a bit old-fashioned; I think that a photograph should be something more than just a pretty picture, it should tell something. And I have dozens of pictures of the same old Töölönlahti, ducks, canes, ice. Well, at least these pictures tell a story of my morning, this morning, jogging in Töölönlahti, ducks, cold breeze, people walking on the ice, dogs walking their people, sunshine, being happy. If I can look these photos again after two or three years and remember that I was happy, these pictures are good enough.

I made some cauliflower curry for dinner and spent the rest of the afternoon by listening to Detektivbyrån, exploring The photographic dictionary and scanning some old photos. This afternoon tastes like raspberries.

Oh f*ck!

My poor bird! It's been with me at so many occasions, clubs, gigs, parties, everywhere, and then it snapped while I tied my shoelaces. Well, we had fun for an year and a half. I could order similar one but it wouldn't be the same magpie. Let's hope it still could be fixed somehow. I don't have that many pieces of jewellery that I like to use. This week this also happened to someone else.



The red circle, the goldfish and the birds on a branch are gifts from my boyfriend. He knows my taste better than I know it myself. The golden bird is a gift for me from myself, bought last summer. It's almost too girly for my taste but somehow I still like it. Two little birds on the left used to be with me all the time but now I'm afraid of losing them so they have to stay inside. In addition to these, I have some vintage pieces from the 50's my grandmother gave me a couple of years ago. They just need some extra care before I can use them again. Jewellery is also the only way to wear plastic. Plastic shoes are not shoes.

Yesterdays Fever Ray gig was magical! The sounds, the visuals, everything. I'm easily attracted by laser beams, I see them so rarely. During the warm-up act, Svarte Greiner, I had hard time concentrating but when my boyfriend dragged me almost to the front row to see what the artist was really doing with his instruments, it got more interesting. But if you ever have a chance to see Fever Ray playing live, you should definitely go.