Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground
You come beating like moth’s wings
Spastic and violently
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core
But you run away from me
And you left me shimmering
Like diamond wedding rings
Spinning dizzily down on the floor
-Moth’s Wings, by Passion Pit
Listening to: Moth’s Wings, by Passion Pit
I spied with my little eye a FACE Stockholm right here in SoHo! So, given my last attempt at the smokey eye, and with my friend’s debut album release party later that night, I decided it would be the perfect place to stop by for a bit of home and bit of touching up by the pro’s. The makeup artists name is Lisa and she’s amazing! I highly recommend her. Let’s rewind though…my attempt at broadening my style horizons began earlier in the day…
To the Spender Go the Spoils! Christina and I at Topshop in SoHo
A little bit of home at the corner of Prince and Greene...
Working with Lisa to pick the right smokey eye shades! We chose violets and plums.
After lunch and changing we went back to FACE to let Lisa work her magic...this is the result
Blue Steel
(Second) Cutest Couple in the World
See you soon!
xoxo
Elle
Last month, when I was happily trotting around Stockholm in the sunshine with my Swede, I stopped by FACE Stockholm and accosted one of the makeup artists there with the plea that she “make me look fashionable.” I’m not big into make up, but I noticed a lot of the smokey, seductive eye thing bobbing around Stureplan and reappearing in all the Swedish fashion magazines. Well, what the heck. When in Rome, right? I sat perfectly still while she swept, swiped, dotted and deftly maneuvered her brushes like a FACE Picasso. When it was all over, a bead of sweat gathering on the tip of her eyebrow, she took a step back, hands on hips, and admired her work. And work it definitely was. How do I know this? Because I purchased the very same materials she used and tried it myself. And what did I learn? Owning Picasso’s brushes and paints does not make for a Picasso painting. For your entertainment I have decided to post the results of my attempt. Make some pop corn, sit back, and enjoy my comedy of errors in the name of fashion.
xoxo
Elle
So if you are going to follow me out to the heart of suburbia, you MUST get to know an integral part of my life there…Linus. Linus is my car, and yes he has a Swedish name. Linus also has some…modifications that you might like! I know I do.
S for Sverige!
And perhaps my favorite…
Picture perfect placement or what?
And last but by far not least, Linus actually speaks Swedish. This is why I could say “turn left and drive three miles” in Swedish long before I could say “Hej, jag heter Elle, hur mår du?”
I’m a little bit upset because I recorded Linus speaking in Swedish and it doesn’t seem like I can post an audio clip. There’s a 99% chance that’s for the best since I don’t think everyone needs to know that my British car has a better Swedish accent than I do.
xoxo
Elle
Packing up my little rascal rat dog, Paisley, and heading out to the country life for the weekend.
Listening to: Ambitions by Donkeyboy
So you want to know what’s going on in Manhattan, the city that never sleeps? Well forget Serena, Blair, and their “Upper East Side” child’s play. I’m your new connection between one tiny island and one giant collection of them. Hi, I’m Elle, and I live in New York and looooooove Sweden!
A year and a half ago, to the day exactly, I probably could not have placed Stockholm on a map of Sweden. The only time I heard the word “Swedish” was when my mother jokingly called me her little Swedish child, because I grew up so outrageously blonde and blue eyed. Then, one fine, magical day, (leave me alone), I met Mr. H, my boyfriend. From that day on, a whole, incredible world has opened up to me. A world of Swedes, Swedish style, food, clubbing (amazing), Swed-ish (gorgeous and yet very difficult to learn)…I could go on.
Hi!
That world was turned upside down when, in January, his visa expired and he was forced to (suddenly) move back to Sweden. I was devastated. We had spent every single day, literally, of a year and change together, and now he was moving across the pond to a different time zone, no less! He has been gone since May 1st, and it has not gotten any easier. To his credit, he has made trips here almost every other weekend, sometimes more than that, and I have recently returned from a month long stay in Stockholm (we’ll get to THOSE stories later). But…needless to say, it’s difficult to be half of an equation. The emotional strain has been tremendous…the night before he left, I wrecked my car while driving down Fifth Avenue crying hysterically, and rather typically, blasting Kings of Leon and The Airborne Toxic Event.
We FINALLY received the happy news that he has, in his hot little hands, a new visa, and will be returning to NYC on October 1st. This recent adventure has not only brought me closer to Sweden (and my Sweet Swede) but also made me seriously question some major assumptions about relationships. I realized that the question isn’t always “How far will you go for love?” but rather, “How long will you stay in one place?”
Stay tuned for the goings on in this city, as I discover Swedish cafes and restaurants, hunt down my own version of Swedish style in New York (and try to bring it to my school, NYU), and find places that, if I can’t be in Stockholm, will at least remind me in some ways of my very much missed second home.
xoxo
Elle
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