New in. Couldn't help to sneak in to Rönells Antikvariat in Stockholm and get it when I saw it hanging in the window on my way to dinner.
Translates into; “Everything is your fault” (Swedish). A “feel-bad print” by Lars Fuhre.
We went for a walk to gather some mushrooms and found a treasurebox of black trumpets that later on became a beautiful sauce for dinner.
RING: A silver & jade love story from Antigua, Guatemala.
Poncho: Filippa K
Pants & Top: H&M
Hiking Boots: Meindl
On Saturday I spent the evening at Berwaldhallen listening to young composer Jacob Mühlrads premier performance of Kaddish. A work based on his grandfathers testimony of life in Auswitch.
Vocals were performed by Radiokören together with Eva Dahlgren. This evening, the quire became the voices of those who could no longer speak. Those who's voices were silenced and stolen by something far more evil then what is even possible to comprehend.
Incredibly powerful and beautiful work. Even though it hurts right into the bone I want to listen to it again.
And again. And again.
Note: photocred last picture; J. Mühlrad.