I met Ben up East yesterday. After walking through the pouring rain he took my to a dark, garbage smelly alley and to this really cool exhibition in a damp, cold and old second world war bunker.
In there was a world of it own by Anomalous visuals with dark rooms filled with lights, sounds, shapes and soap bubbles.
My favourites (except for the soap bubbles, but you are so not allowed to squeal ‘soap bubbles’ when someone ask for your favourite and you are working in marketing and not art) was the room with a squared of chains on which the light shapes of dancers projecting on the wall could be seen (wow, I’m so not making it justice) and the video game which took you through an old mental institution chasing for nothing.
It was really cool but after a while neither me nor Ben could speak since our entire bodies frozen to ice so we left for a warm cozy pub, beers and burgers and had a couple of hours of life altering, heart wrenching, through your bones chat.
(but i did love the soap bubbles the most)
A tear came to my eye when I swung by the blog this morning and saw how lovely Elin made it with the falling snow and the Christmasy red text. I absolutely adore how she makes everything looks so nice, even our blog baby. And the way she always surprise you with these small little things.
Thank you Elin!
Tonight we are going to St Pauls Cathedral for a Lucia concert. I’m stupidly, to the point of being a bit retarded, happy about it. And tomorrow Christmas baking. Came home to a flat filled with candy and ginger bread baking forms.
I think my heart actually skips double beats.
The best thing about Sweden winter time is the snow. Snow at night glistening with million sparkles from the lights of the windows. A starry sky above and that silence only winter night gives when even the animals are sleeping.
Being on your way somewhere, in that white and cold silence, knowing that when you get there you will be greeted by warmth, smiles and smells of home, you cheeks flushed and red from the cold.
The sound and smell of snow, your brain bright from the cold and all the thoughts crystallized into tiny, beautiful snow flakes. Being all alone in a sleeping world on your way home.
I lived the pre Christmas dream last night.
First of all I did some Christmas shopping finding perfect gifts for everyone I love and talking to everyone that came my way. Dont know what it is about english people but they do get something misty in their eyes when you tell them your swedish and wants to talk the beauty of Sthlm and long stretched snowy forests for ever.
Also proud, two of the shop owners said they couldn’t detect any accent.
Then Oliver and me met up for dinner at Anglesea Arms (don’t spit out that coffee Elin, not THAT Anglesea Arms but another, gastro pub, one. Oliver haven’t suddenly changed over night) and had an absolutely delicious dinner, the carpaccio was amazing. (I tried to take a picture but I’ve given up on the food photography, not my scene.)
I fell asleep happy as a kid and woke up today knowing we are one more day closer to Christmas.
My sister told me she’s been teaching Nils, 5 year, how to speak to Oliver when we come for dinner in Sweden. His vocabulary is currently at the ‘My name is’ and all the different names for dinousaurs, level.
Oliver on the other hand is hard at work to get this talking skills up to take on Agnes, 1.5 years with sentences like ‘Hästen springer’ and ‘Hästen springer inte’.
I’m seeing interesting synergies like ‘Dinosaurien springer inte’ och ‘My name is Häst’.
This will be a very interesting night for me, my sister and Micke.