Revisiting my 90s

These are the kind of memories you have of the nineties if you, like me thought your older brother was the cooles and radest person in the world and you'd listen to EVERYTHING he listened to. I think the nineties where better for us lucky ones with older siblings to look up to and whom would scare the pants of anyone who dared bully their little sister. (There where a few bastard bullies since the nineties where a time of religious freedom, which in turn meant my parents where free to remove me from all the Christianity based lessons in school... Since being tall, shy and thin wasn't enough!)


Man-voice be damned, I sooo wanted to be her!





This was my hero when I was about ten-elevenish (before he got all weird and somewhat of a violent paedophile...) and this was my favourite song... "Spiritually raped" In hindsight and my limited grasp of the English language aside I might have felt this man and particularly this song understood my feelings towards religion, in my case, Jehovah Witnesses. I did feel spiritually raped. It sounds harsh, but involuntary religious upbringing of that magnitude is a form of mind-rape! I still get the cry/sweats every time my mum asks me if I want to come with them to a meeting...




I can't forget the other heroes of mine in the nineties. I feel a slight pattern of tom-boy girls... and Johnny Depp because he was soooooo dreamy!

Hare Krishna

Siren

Animals are living creatures!

I am shocked and appaled at humanity, including myself! When did we evolve to the point where the only people who can withstand a little snow are EMOs under the age of sixteen and what I can only assume where their parents?! I left half way through because of hunger, cold and a meeting I have to be at at eight O'clock, but I could have stayed quite a bit longer and still made it...

I went to the protest against animal cruelty and for their rights today and was actually shocked to see how few of the people there where between the age of nineteen and thirty-five. There where some, even two in weelchirs, but the general population were missing. I think we need to get better at vocalizing our opinions on the things that matter. I realize that most of the stuff I write about in my blog aren't and that writing about animal rights in the same blog I write about fashion might to some be ironic, but I believe even the smallest action towards a better life for humans and animals alike is a step in the right direction. So therefore, excuse my hypocrisy and I assure you that I will never knowingly buy a real fur coat! Please stop hunting animals for sport and improve their living conditions on those BIG. ASS. industrial farms!

If you want to help the fight for animal rights, you can sign up at NOAH (the people in charge of todays protest) I did!

Hare Krishna

Siren

Finally fashion work!

I recieved an e-mail from Pholk yesterday and as you might know I thought, possibly, It could be the inevitable "none of the designers wanted you to walk for them in Oslo Fashion Week 2010" e-mail. Therefore I swallowed the green lump of anticipation in my through, put my expectations down as low as I could and reluctantly opened the potentially lethal e-mail.

Luckily,

It was a job! Wella Norway wanted to use my "modelling expertise" in their fashion show (I presume it is a hair-style dominated event) of the Mote med Mening 2010 fashion extravagance. I am both excited and nervous. They actually want to send a complete spazz like me onto a catwalk to show off their fashion genius. I feel an overwhelming pressure not to trip and fall on my face... I feel it miiiiight just take some of the attention away from the hair!



But, if they cant do it, how can I possibly? I only have two weeks to perfect my walk; the show is on the February 5th!

Chant with me: Sensible shoes in the show, sensible shoes, sensible shoes, sensible shoes!



Hare Krishna

I love Barney Stinson

There are no words needed!

flougen der blaaaaaagen-bloooogen

Casting for Oslo Fashion Week 2010

This is what has been occupying every inch of my mind this entire week: I got an e-mail from the lovely people at the Heartbreak/Pholk modelling agency asking me if I wanted to come to the casting for this years fashion week. I sat in an awe shaped bliss for about ten minutes until I finally wrapped my head around the request and immediately answered YES, OH SWEET ALEXANSER MCQUEEN YES!

The casting was today at 1800 in the Heartbreak/Pholk studio. Needless to say I have been walking on high heels al day practising and scrutinizing every blemish on my face, secretly try to will them away with some intense meditation. (It didn't work) I put on the tightest jeans in my closet and the tightest top H&M could muster up.

As I (cat)walked the streets of Oslo on my way to Karl Johans gate 8 where the casting was held I cranked my Flight of the Conchords on my mp3-player to the max to pscyce myself up. It really worked. As I walked up the stairs to the studio I felt like a supermodel, on top of the world and my self-confidence was embarrassingly high... until I got to the right floor and saw a seemingly endless queue of tall, beautiful, Victoria Secret princesses. My jaw dropped and instantly I felt completely out of place. It was a remarkable sight, somewhat like what one would think a Hot Girls Club would look like. Honestly, I'm kicking myself for not bringing my camera with me to truly show you the extent of GORGEOUS in that room.

As I had changed into my high heels and taken place in the queue of immaculate ladies, I suddenly started hearing the things they where talking about. How they had loved last Fashion Week and the phootoshoots they had been to lately. They all seemed to know each other... It was unsettling! Especially a deuchy Agyness Deyn looking short haired girl retrieve a pile of magazines and started showing some of the other girls all the editorials she'd been featured in; Costume and a few magazines I had never heard of.

And if that wasn't enough, a girl came out of the casting quite distraught saying that she had walked to fast, told the panel of designers that she was really nervous (Which apparently was severely frowned upon, YIKES!), made her walk over and oooover again and they had started asking her what experience she had in modelling. I though: I'm fucked... No experience at all and at least six years older than the other new models...

When I and six other beauties had been led into the room of designers I though, as my heart was trying to bump my chest open, that if theatre school had ever tought me anything it is: pretend you know everything, that you have been doing this your entire life! That's what I did.

"Hi, my name is Siren Løkaas, I'm 177cm tall, my dress size is 34/36 and I wear a size 38 in shoes" As I said this my arms were flailing about as per usual and my voice was oddly loud, but I still think it seemed confident. Then they told me to walk, I did. They told me to walk again, I did...

That was it, they didn't ask me anything... What does it mean?! I truly have no idea if it was good or bad and I have to wait up till three weeks before I know if any of the designers would like to use me! IT'S HELL I TELL YOU!

Look who was in the front row at last years Fashion Week! I would like to walk for her..

Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Hare Krishna

Running men

Don't you just feel like Forest Gumping the streets sometimes? Today has been one of those days for me. There will be a full update on my ridiculous attempt at moving apartments by tram tomorrow. Rest assured it was tumultuous, to say the least! In the mean time, here is Editors doing the running man... or men in the video for Papillon, which I LOVE!


Night-Night

I'm the evil camera torturer!

I need someone to donate an awesome camera to me so I can take more photos like this one, which I took when my friend DJ Huldra (I think that was her DJ name, but I can't be sure with my goldfish brain fully equipped with an endless black hole eternally sucking in birthdays, names, songs and where people live... It's embarrassing and shockingly true) let me play around with her DSLR camera with a brand new lens.

Not that my endlessly growing array of disposable cameras (never to be developed..) don't contain a certain amount of charm, on my desk, hoping to end their lives as a paper-pocket filled with images, but knowing that they probably won't. I'm pretty sure word has gone around the disposable camera community and I will soon be refused new cameras until I have developed the films of old!

Forgive my flimsy-fousyness dear disposable cameras, your destiny shall be fulfilled!

Hare Krishna

2010

This was not the way I spent my new years eve and fabulous as it was, a part of me would have liked to spend it in the manner depicted in the images adorning this post.

I'm excited to see what 2010 will bring; something tells me this might become my year best illustrated by Johnny Depp and I will blog about every sordid detail of the new year.

I wish everyone GREAT year to come because

and you deserve a beautiful year!

Hare Krishna

Siren