Sarah Moon

As if it were a painting, dreamlike and suggestive. The soft light and grainy quality defines her style, those traits are also what makes her a favorite photographer of mine. Sarah Moon was the first woman to photograph the Pirelli calendar in 1972, and an highly unusual choice at that. I feel drawn to these images beacause of the intimate atmosphere she manages to create with such subtleness. They have such a romantic and antique character over them, from out of this world.

Down and then up

This isn´t what I wanted to say

When at work, my hands are occupied with thousands of things, but in my mind I am free to create stories. The reminiscent of the past, fantasies and daydreams comes to life as I retell bits and pieces to myself. My language is altogether fluent, with the right words I manage to create sentences that mean something, that need to be saved in order to make me remember who I am. When I get home and my hands are finally available for me to write it all down on paper, then there is nothing, everything that was on my mind has gone away. Where did it all go? I have lost my own language, the words won´t come out right, no matter how hard I try. I am unable to create meaningful sentences that cohere with what I want to communicate. It is like I am on the verge of losing myself as all the words and their meaning are irretrievably lost. What happended?

About a day

Home sweet home

photos from The Selby and Jalouse, April 2008

Sweets for my sweet

two dresses and a blouse

The delicate texture, intimacy and beauty of washed silk, cotton poplin, a silk lining,lace details, wowen cotton, stripes, a sailor collar, a pair of flounce sleeves. Hanging in my closet or on my shoulders; two dresses and a blouse. They feel so soft against my skin, flowing and when I take them of at night the trace of my perfume, of myself and the day gone by lingers in the fabric making them a part of an ongoing story.