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Ninja traveller. Seamlessly travels between Stockholm, Shanghai, Zurich and France. Late nights in the city and early morning countryside life. Fashion, beauty, reflections, portraits and inspiration.

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  • 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

    Backpack: Fjällräven 

    Hiking Boots: Meindl 


    Love, Christine Deckert
  • 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.

    Love, Christine Deckert
  • Hi, and Welcome!

    It feels good to be back in Stockholm - Even better that I will actually stick around for a while this time. 

    When you've been gone for 1,5 months as I've been this particular time, you will most certainly be met by a week embodied by; To-do's. To-sees's. To don'ts. Iv'e naturally done them all and I will tell you all about them and a little bit more about myself shortly. 

    Im very excited to be a part of the Odalisque platform and I do hope dear reader, that you will come to like it here too. 

    Yesterday I spent part of my day at Riche having brunch with some business associates. Riche is like an old friend that you can always rely on. I did a 4-year gig for a magazine a few years back and spent most of my lunches there together with clients. Whenever I'm back it feels like home. 


    Love, Christine Deckert


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