All Tomorrow's Parties /
Stockholm

Bohemian living in Birkastan in a small flat crowded with clothes, shoes and fashion magazines. Previous archaeologist now working my way in the fashion business. You'll  probably find me hanging out at local bars. I love red wine and colorful eclectic outfits. 

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Instagram: @frktornblom

  • Recognizing that the header is lying. I live in a small apartment. The advantage of this apartment is that there are a lot of closets. Despite this I obviously have serious problems to make room for my belongings. Actually, I don't really know how and when all this stuff were brought into the apartment. Can see myself in front of me at age 85, when I break a leg and the emergency services have to lift me with a crane through the window because I've built a wall of rubble around me (in this future version, I also have about twelve cats, have only been eaten canned ham the last forty years and seriously think that I am a medium). To avoid that this will be my actual future, I will tomorrow try to organize things up. Going to buy good drawers for storing and also intend to submit a larger amount of clothes, shoes and bags to the nearest vintage shop.
     
    Love, Karin
  • Wearing blazer Ann Sofie Back, scarf Burberry, skirt Menckel, belt Moschino, socks Marc by Marc Jacobs, shoes H&M, vintage fur hat. 

    Love, Karin
  • Ok I have to make an important announcement. I have bought shoes today. It was most certainly not my plan when I accidentally happened to walk in at & Other Stories. But suddenly I transformed into the most easily persuaded customer and spontaneous bought two pairs of shoes. Now thinking that I never have to buy shoes ever again in my entire life (this of course is a big lie, I am totally living in denial).

     
    Tonight's First World problem is that my expensive mayonnaise purchased at the highly regarded market hall tastes strongly of disgusting mustard. If you do not already know, I can tell you that mustard is the worst spice ever. Moreover a bunch of kids are screaming (singing?) the same frase over and over again on the television and I've lost the remote control and I'm too lazy to get up off the couch to turn off the TV. (Meanwhile in Syria….?).
    Now time for bed. Sweet dreams! 
     
     
    Love, Karin

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