(Photo and styling: Anne-Grethe Ulriksen)
This is how I relax while listening to some awesome tunes. I look relaxed right? No-neck and squinting is always a sign of contentment and relief...
I just realized I have slept away my Saturday night so I thought posting this might make me seem at least slightly cooler than the girl who stayed in and fell asleep with a Jack Kerouac book on my face. He would not be proud! He would also be proud of the almost-rhyming title to this post (written in sarcastica). Maybe I should just get out of the house, find a bar and seek out a penniless jazz-musician too fill my time with. He would play for me and I'd in return let him sleep on me and buy him his drugs. I don't know what's going on in my head right now, but it's making me uneasy. I blame it on the three hour nap I just had and the residual effects of my ten days of alcoholism and drug-induced paranoia.
Tonights level of coolness holds a close paralleled to the cracka'ness I felt at Roskilde Festival whilst I was busting some serious moves to the Big Boi and Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All (you know, Tyler the Creators crew) concerts.
I guess I could heighten my proud ridiculousness by pointing out that I felt so strongly that my hair was unsightly when I got back from the festival that I coloured my hair dark, got out a pair of scissors from the kitchen and once again tried to cut my own hair. This time at the back, without a mirror or any other way of seeing what I was doing, obviously. As I did it I thought to myself that this is not something people do. My hair is short. Your going to be able to notice my shoddy (hair)craftsmanship!
Adieu
I just realized I have slept away my Saturday night so I thought posting this might make me seem at least slightly cooler than the girl who stayed in and fell asleep with a Jack Kerouac book on my face. He would not be proud! He would also be proud of the almost-rhyming title to this post (written in sarcastica). Maybe I should just get out of the house, find a bar and seek out a penniless jazz-musician too fill my time with. He would play for me and I'd in return let him sleep on me and buy him his drugs. I don't know what's going on in my head right now, but it's making me uneasy. I blame it on the three hour nap I just had and the residual effects of my ten days of alcoholism and drug-induced paranoia.
Tonights level of coolness holds a close paralleled to the cracka'ness I felt at Roskilde Festival whilst I was busting some serious moves to the Big Boi and Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All (you know, Tyler the Creators crew) concerts.
I guess I could heighten my proud ridiculousness by pointing out that I felt so strongly that my hair was unsightly when I got back from the festival that I coloured my hair dark, got out a pair of scissors from the kitchen and once again tried to cut my own hair. This time at the back, without a mirror or any other way of seeing what I was doing, obviously. As I did it I thought to myself that this is not something people do. My hair is short. Your going to be able to notice my shoddy (hair)craftsmanship!
It's a good thing now then, that I so often and stylishly wear hats:
(Roskilde 2011)
(Roskilde 2011)
Adieu
Innlegg
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