måndag 29 mars 2010

söndag 28 mars 2010

A date with Alice

Finaly heading out to see Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland tonight with my mom.
For what has feelt like the last six months everybody seems to have had the Wonderland fever and I've heard both good and bad things about the movie so I'm curious to see what it will be like. I generally speaking really like Tim Burton and I am, big suprise, a huge Alice fan but I also generally speaking really hate abuse of CGI and 3D movies.
I probably won't do a long rant about it as I sometimes do because I'm so behind, but it would still be interesting to hear what you fans of Burton and Lewis Carroll thought about it! Drop me a comment with your opinior or a link to your review of this spectacle, won't you?

lördag 27 mars 2010

Waltz of the Flowers

What a shopoholic is made of.

torsdag 25 mars 2010

Revival of the Renaissance

Angel shaped ring in antique gold by Juliette et Justine, like a piece of Baroque art on my finger.

onsdag 24 mars 2010

...But home is nowhere.

I imagine the feelings I'm experiencing upon my return ought to be close to the ones of Alice, when waking from Wonderland.
I'm back from the magical, whimsical world, I'm back from the rabbit hole.

måndag 22 mars 2010

Engrish poetry

in the attic
Dryness of the
Heart only the strong
You're very Highest.
Read on a guys bag on the morning train.

fredag 12 mars 2010

Vanity, the ugly side of beeing female

I stumbled upon, and got stuck, at the lolita secrets side of the Egl livejournal comunity and I was sad but not supprised that it's no different from how I remembered it. I myself have only briefly been the holder of an livejournal account many years ago, during what feelt like the early days of the internet, and as a bit of a lolita noob at the time I became rather intimidated by the catty attitudes of the not so lovley ladies of the comunity. I never dared to post anything and soon left again, never to return, and after that it took me a mind boggling seven years in the style before I even got something I would refer to as real lolita friends, peopel I could actually talk to.
I know we belong to a style that might be considered on the extreme side of shallowness as far as style goes because we share no music scene or political views, we just share ouer vanity. But why is it, despite this, so common that lolita girls obsess over the idea of "representing" lolita? You can't be too fat, too ugly, too old or too tall, you can't dressed in bodyline or god forbid you go out wearing a too short skirt or without a headdress and call yourself a lolita, because if you do, you will give all us lolitas a bad name. So you bitches better bring your A game. We seem to look at lolita as a great big family, and unless your perfect you'll end up beeing that black sheep, tainting ouer name by association. I'm well aware of the fact that I at times am guilty of this kind of behaviour and thoughts myself but I really don't want to live up to this negative stereotype of not just lolitas but women in general. It's only skinn deep so why so mean, girls?

The Innocence of Devils

From childhood's hour I have not been as others were - I have not
seen as others saw - I could not bring my passions from a comon spring.
From the same source I have not taken my sorrow;
I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone.
And all I lov'd I lov'd alone. Then - in my childhood - in the dawn of a most stormy life
was drawn from every depth of good and ill the mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain, from the red cliff of the mountain,
from the sun that `round me roll'd in it's autumn tint of gold
from the lightning in the sky as it pass'd me flying by
from the thunder and the storm, and the cloud that took the form
when the rest of heaven was blue of a demon in my view.

måndag 8 mars 2010

Not quite an update

I tried making a new bio for myself, I know it's probably been needed for quite some time but for some reason I find it so hard to know what to write. I ended up pretty randomley picking questions from different blogs I read so I'm not sure how it turned out, let me know OK! Is it unneccesary? Too long? Too short?

And so the all important question, should I spell the entery tag "blog" or "blogg", english versus swedish spelling for the same word pronounced the same way.
I really should be doing something more productive with my time.

fredag 5 mars 2010

By the sea...

Going to Odaiba tomorrow and I'll be back on Sunday again, please join me in keep my fingers crossed for beautiful weather.
I want to watch the Yakatabune boats light up the riversurface at nighttime from the ferris wheel.

By the seaside,
Hoo, hoo!
By the beautiful sea!

onsdag 3 mars 2010


Today is the Hinamatsuri here in Japan, girls day and a festival of dolls. It's a day to pray for young girls growth and happiness.
When compared to all the celebrations I have experienced in the rather short time I have lived here I feel, more then ever, that I don't really have any cultural heritage of my own. I wish I had, something to cherish, something worth teaching my children and grandchildren if I ever have any.

tisdag 2 mars 2010

Princess complex

I'm thinking a lot about my hair lately, how thin, short and inadequate it is. My hair hasn't been really long and healthy since I started caring about my looks because probably the first vain thing I ever started doing, way before mascara and plucking my eyebrows, was to tease my hair. And after that came the changes of haircolour and heavy bleach. Because of all this it breaks and my selfconfidence with it. Everyone has their perception of what's beautiful and femenine and for me, it's the long princess hair.
And I don't have it.