It’s past my bedtime. No not really – it’s only 19.30 but I’m taking advantage of my mother in law who picked up the kids from school today. Actually I’m at my best – work wise between 16-20 and like 23-0200 totally bad when you’re having kids. Guess I have to wait until they become teenagers – then I can transform working time so it suits me.
I just wanted to show you how utterly inspiring my office is. I think I can win the ugliest office in Sweden awards. But you know I just had this place for two months. The thing is I’m working too much and have been too ill to fix it. I borrowed this little terrible table that gives me back pain since my desk is our eating table at home for the moment. I ordered a new dining table for home this summer but they keep messing the order up. So I need to keep my desk at home for the family to be able to eat. And then somewhere in the future I’ll get this place together.
In the meanwhile I listen to French chansons and dream myself away.
Well it’s not he end of the world but I just wanted to show you the very glamorous life I lead at the office. Thought it would be a good break to all these smooth extra perfect Kinfolk – idealist images thats on a lot of blogs.
As for Kinfolk.
If I see another mention about that kinfolk book that comes out I don’t know what to do. It’s like everyone joined the sect. Get me right – they make nice stuff. But I saw this interview about how they brief the photographers & stylist to shoot everything. It was like a whole bible. “The people can’t look to happy or too stern” the light has to be … bla bla bla. So utterly directed.
It’s all very wonderful but a bit to Stepford Wife-ish for me. Where are the wrinkles, the dirt, the living? Where do they hide all these feelings? Maybe in their imperfectly perfect knitted sweaters or in their beards?
I like nice, I like beauty but I also like friction, graffiti and imperfection that makes a beauty of it’s own. When it all gets to directed I think it looses some sort of soul?
I’m sharing studio with Stina Persson – such a talented lady. I’ll do a post just about her soon. But look – she writes me messages on her discarded artwork. Stuff that I just want to put up on the wall. <3
How cool is that!?