Death On Platform 10, Oslo S

My carefree existence was severely bruised today. I have never seen anyone die before, until today.

I had an exciting day ahead of me when I woke up this morning. I had a photo shoot at 1130 in Ski. I got up early to ready myself for this happy day of new experiences and got to the train station extra early. I wanted to be calm and in control of myself when I met this stranger who would take pictures of me.

I had some technical difficulties with buyng the ticket, but a young NSB employee came to the rescue. I said I want to catch the train that leaves 1103 to get to Ski. "Looks like your going to make it" he happily replied when i had the ticket in my hand. It was about 1057 as I rushed towards platform 10. I was relieved to see there was no train there yet. As I looked up at the information screen on the platform I saw a older gentleman in my peripheral vision; he was on crutches and leaning towards a railing awfully close to the tracks. I didn't think much of it, but I noticed him. He looked sad and helpless. I was standing about three meters away from him and I heard the train approaching. Fast, really fast. I heard a man behind me yell something, at the same time there was a loud thud; The man on the crutches was gone. The people around me and I where in mutual shock and disbelief. Was he ever really there?

I heard a girl scream suddenly and point to the ground where the old man had stood; there it was, his left crutch. The only prof of him ever standing there. I stared at the crutch and my whole body went cold. I started crying. I don't even know why i started crying. A woman next to me loudly struggled to remember the number to the ambulance while I kept staring at the crutch.

That image of that lonely crutch is now burned in my memory. I don't even remember what the elderly man looked like. Me and a handful other people where the last to see him alive. He spent his last moments with someone who wouldn't even recognize him if someone showed her a picture of him.

Because I had an appointment I needed to keep, I couldn't really do anything after we where herded away from the scene of the accident. I just stood in the middle of a curious crowd in the station. I could here them loudly complaining that NSB never is on time. This is true, but I felt sick. They didn't know what happened.

I finally boarded another train on a track next to where the accident happened. I didn't want to look, but I could see all the other passenger staring intently and silently towards the spot. I turned and looked. I could see that the police and rescue workers had put up a separator so we couldn't see from the train. I was relieved for a moment, but it wasn't big enough. I saw them all climb onto the platform from the track with a square plastic bag on a gurney. It was not long enough for a person and they got it from underneath the middle of the train. I felt sick.

We where herded off that train to. It couldn't leave for unknown reasons. I was told to go to platform 9 where a train would take me to Ski. Platform 9 and 10 are the same platform. Behind the police restrictions the elderly mans crutch was still on the ground where he had taken his last breath.

I had never seen anyone die before. Not like that. I hope he didn't suffer and that his family will be okay.

You might feel that this is insensitive of me, to post something like this on a blog; this blog has become a way for me to process events and emotions. This is an event that won't go unnoticed. I mean no harm by it and if it someone is offended by it I will delete the post.

Just, please don't stand at the edge of the platforms, the train can't stop.

KriSTAR Design from Oslo Fashiom Week 2010

You know what? Pride be damned! Here are the pictures from the KriSTAR Design runway show. Is it just me or does the whole insanity happening on my head remove some focus from the clothing?

Yes, my conehead is crooked, but my brain still works!

Did you know this was actually the first time I wore a wig with another wig on top of that wig?
The photographer is trying to figure out what colour underwear I had on since the pants actually allow for that to be seen.
I was wearing a black thong.
Oh, would you look at that, my wigsssss have dandruff.
It is very unprofessional to walk the runway with your mouth open, but frankly my cold did not allow me breath orally and the swastika-looking thing glued to my lips felt like it was going to fall off!
I look like a short hairy-chested Russian business woman.
My HUGE head.
I seem to have stepped in some snow/dandruff.
She has got quite a bit more dandruff than me.
Have I seen Blossoms mother wearing this? (Blossom didn't have a mother!)
Or maybe Prince, only a different colour of course..?
Yup, there it is!
Ooooooh, that is a mean case of man-face!

Words cannot describe how happy I am that this show was the one show I could find bunches of images of myself. "Who needs make-up on the runway when your wearing a wig?" they said, their evil plan lurking to the surface. "Invite as many of your frinds and family as you want.." Their eyes red with explosive hi-jinx. "It's coing to be an amazing show, with snow" They rimed as they whispered under their breath sweet words of "You need to loose weight; IN A WEEK" to the girls less violently skinny than me.

And as we warily approached them to be dressed to impress (the handful people in the audience) they said: "Here are some coats for you to wear, REAL fur coats for you to wear!" With a witch-cackle and a twenty-something son taking pictures of us while we undressed you must understand that this was not my best modelling experience.

The show was almost cancelled because of their inappropriate behavior during the process, but the young man with an eye for naked models promised the pictures would never see the light of day, only the light of his room... The show was a success and I realized how little I and those around me like to be yelled at in a foreign language and sit on our asses for hours without knowing what is going on.

Hare Krishna

Siren

My Fav Prostitute!

I know I'm being a fourteen year old girl about this guy, but since I have too much left of my pride in adulthood to put posters of him on my wall I will dedicate a post on my blog to him.

Since I've been the kind of sick that really isn't that bad, I would have no problems being up and about, except of course for the effect my clogged sinuses have on my mouth. Every time my heal hits the ground, (aka walking) it feels like someone is punching me on the right side of my face, or pulling my teeth without anaesthesia. Needles to say I pray to the almighty God: Nose-spray, sit on my ass eating, unhealthily so and inhale a steady stream of Criminal Minds.

Why, you ask?

Well, I know it is not a particularly good show and the acting that is portrayed by both the regulars and guests is often giggle-worthy there is still one damn fine reason to watch it.

That reason is tall, thin, pale and nerdy:

Matthew Gray Gubler

Oh, prepubescent facial hair, long thin limbs, big wet bug-eyes, longer hair than me. You might think I'm being sarcastic, but I'm really not. This sexy nerd really floats my boat! Even as I google him right this moment to find some images for this post I learn that he used to be a model. Are there weird nerdy models out there except me? I honestly thought finding two fellow weirdo models during fashion week was a miracle. That maybe this handful Norwegian models found a way for academics (not just reading Vogue, that damn booklearnin'), Star Trek and Flight of the Conchords to coincide and still be able to sell our bodies to designers and photographers.

If his modelling wasn't enough I found his website, where he does everything by hand. Its all bad handwriting and weird drawings and paintings; even a reading of one of Edgar Allan Poes poems. Essentially, he is an has created a hipster-gasm:Pictures from GUBLERLAND

I want to rip that tweed jacket right of Dr. Spencer Reid! But enough swooning, there's work to be done; I have a seemingly infinite amount of episodes yet to watch of Criminal Minds and I desperately need to find out how they make these pictures move (example below)..."My God, the pictures are moving, is this picture from The Daily Prophet?!"

Hare Krishna

Siren

Look, It's me! In Oslo Fashion Week 2010!

I'm sick as a fish about to go belly up today, so I've been soothing my clogged head with some blog-searching for myself. I thought some of you lovely people might not have taken such an extreme interest in my modelling as to have stumbled upon the handful images of me scattered around the inter-web so therefore I have taken it upon myself to gather up some for you to see (P.S whilst writing this short passage I had to get up to blow my nose three times...3!)
Opening ceremony of Oslo Fashion Week 2010. I'm walking for the first design collection of the day NICE. (db.no)

Marvel comics inspired my favourite designers of OFW Flinga Clothing. They are my age and love superheroes and bad movies with lots of action in them. What more can one ask for?
You can see a climpse or two of me on this video from SMUG-TV!


I found some images of me from after the Flinga F/W 2010 show where I was marked as GUEST. Good job fashion week people for not recognizing my slightly runway-like makeup. Fun though, me and my pear!

Last and least, for a reason, there are some images from Tina H. I love her and her clothing, but as you can see I was not to happy about the hairpiece on top of my head and frankly I look like a man in a really futuristically cool dress. LOVE her clothes, but manly-McManface nonetheless...

I haven't been able to find any pictures from the Kristar Design show yesterday, but that might be for the best...

Hare Krishna

Converse make-under!

Are you like me and have a compulsion to make your brand new Converse shoes look like they've been to a festival or two, but don't know how to magically grunge them down?

Well, fret no longer because some freaks at NylonTV have bestowed upon us confused converse'ians a tutorial that explains via video the magic of making your brand new shoes look lived in. Ahh, what would we do without the interweb?!



Cute huh?

Siren

I Blame Coco too

Just because sometimes broken SwEnglish is the best kind of English!

I found some pictures!

After a strenuous five seconds of google-blog-searching I found some pictures from the show, with me in them!
I'm the one with my back to the camera...

See, the praying worked, my shoes weren't that bad... It did however make me seem shorter than the two ladies next to me (Which I am, but slap on some higher shoes and let the illusion be complete)

The two ladies in front stood for the hair cuts, colour and design!

Hare Krishna

Joker-face

I did Mote med Mening last night, with the lovely Silje in the audience. (Which really stretched my nerves an extra bit) I was hoping my first time walking the runway with my booty hanging out and no underwear on would be in a room filled with complete strangers, but I realized that with her there, I could know for sure that there was at least one friendly face in the audience! I took some pictures backstage with my phone that you can giggle at until I can get my claws on some pictures from the actual show!

"Wella professionals: Hair comes alive in our hands" It said on the goodie-bag!

The people from Wella that made it all happen and picked me to be a part of it, thank you Anki and Co.

Braaaaaaaains!

I felt weird smiling with this kind of dark, ghostlike makeup on... Should ghost-zombies smile?

The makeup of a true dragqueen, fake eyelashes!

The models that went on before us (that wasn't what they wore, the poor basterdettes has some horribly painted on fake tribal tattoos on their arms, ich!)

All joking aside, IT WAS AWESOME! At one point one person was doing my makeup, while another was doing my nails... I got numerous tips for maintaining my skin, lips, hair. I even got a flipping goodie-bag filled to the rim with Wella products (The ones hairdressers use, not stuff they sell in the stores) I'm chuffed! I met hilarious gay stylists, hairdressers and make-up artists aaaaand all my preconceptions about models are shattered. I loved them all even after being locked in a room with them from 11am until we finished the show at about 11pm. That is a long ass time to be stuck in a room with people if you don't like them... Granted, it was a big room, but still!

Tomorrow I am meeting with a designer to see if he/she would like to use me for fashion week. If they do I officially have two modelling jobs for Fashion Week 2010!

This shit is crazy!

Siren