Went to the club Catwalk down in wonderful Port Olimpico, by the beach. Been noticing a relation between what I am wearing, and the amount of dirty invites I get. In Barcelona, it is practically impossible to NOT get hit on, but I still noticed a significant change from the night before, when I wore a short dress and lots of bling. Not rocket science perhaps...

Blazer - H&M
Semi transparent dress - ?
Tights - Topshop
Shoes - Steve Madden

Tiger

This woman is my aunties best friend. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and she's freakin awesome.

Look at the tattoo... I feel like a tattoo might be coming up soon.

Visited Bikini again, and it was not as fun as the first time... Or maybe I was just a bit tired. You have the right to be when parties are every day and last until five in the morning... Think it will be hard working the Chloé shoes into fall. Guess they will have to wait for next summer, and preferrably be worn with a more nude coloured ensemble. Like who am I kidding... Nude colours? Me?

Dress/skirt - Monki
Jacket - H&M
Jewellery - 2nd hand
Shoes - Chloé
Bag - Grandma's

La Dulce Vida

1. Drinking chocolate in Barcelona is apparently one of a kind. It's like liquid/melted chocolate, very rich and "can only be found in two other places; Madrid, Rome and some place else..." (Guy who tipped us off apparently had a hard time getting his figures straight.) We went to Sampaka to have what Frommer's referred to as "the Christian Dior of chocolates" and we weren't dissappointed.

2. Since many Swedish bloggers seem to share an almost unhealthy love for Maccarons, I decided that I should give the pretty little things a try. I found them pretty... boring. But maybe I shouldn't talk until I've had the real deal?

3. My very first Dunkin' Donuts. Don't worry, they weren't all mine. I was very satisfied, we might have got a new obsession on our hands with the original glazed one...

Nu när vi ändå är personliga...

Jag brukar vara en snäll människa. Jag tycker det. Jag brukar ha tålamod och överseende och kunna umgås med även de mest påfrestande av människor. Men ikväll låg mitt tålamod nere på minus noll. Det finns en tjej... I min klass... Tänker inte nämna några namn men hon kommer från ett gigantiskt land i öst som styrts av svaga Tsarer såväl som män av stål. Vad nu det kan tänkas ha med saken att göra. (Det finns teorier.) Och hon. Går. Mig. På. Nerverna. Ikväll kände jag mig som Bitchzilla deluxe, men jag orkade bara inte vara trevlig mot henne. Inte ens litegrann.

Nåväl. Nu tänkte jag gå och lägga mig och vakna snäll igen.

Multikultibloggen

Ville bara påpeka, ifall någon undrat, att det inte riktigt var medvetet att bloggen helt plötsligt blev på engelska. Vet att det är väldigt Doplh Lundgren av mig att efter någon vecka på utländsk ort skifta modersmål totalt, men faktum är, att här i Barcelona är engelskan mitt go-to-språk; det jag pratar med min för tillfället bästa vän, det jag frågar på när jag inte förstår, det jag översätter till i min hjärna, och det som helt enkelt valde att dyka upp här i bloggen. Jag har ganska lätt att skifta språk, dialekter, manér... Jag gör det omedvetet, inte för att flasha, inte för att härmas, inte för att löjla. Men när jag slappnar av totalt. När hjärnan står på standby ett ögonblick... Då svarar jag min kompis från Hong Kong med "Jag vet inte?" eller utbrister "Kolla där!" på renaste Svenska, för att sedan skämmas lite och känna mig lite knäpp. Hon vet väl inte vad "Kolla där!" betyder.

Det var meningen att den här nya bloggen skulle kunna tjäna de flesta syften. Så jag kommer att skriva på svenska här också. Det kan bli lite schizofrent (i den ytterst mainstreama-bemärkelsen, Pablo!) men det är en risk jag är villig att ta. Det är trots allt bara på svenska man kan skriva saker som "Livet, alltså..." Som Linn. Och ibland är det precis vad man behöver.

Louis Vuitton Don

Pictures: jakandjil.com/blog

Mr. Kanye West, I love you so.

Thought I'd share some beautiful Barca-pics with you. The first one is of my school, which is actually designed by Mr. Barcelona - Gaudi himself... And speaking of which, isn't the Sagrada Familia the sickest most beautiful building ever?

Favourite show ever

Caught up on my So you think you can dance (season 4) since I hadn't watched the last episodes. And omfg Joshua did SO deserve to win! SYTYCD is an extremely well produced series as I've stated so many times before, and this season has just stood out completely! It has had it all; personality, professionality and the best friggin choreographies ever! Since Katee and Joshua were my number one couple this season, it's not strange that almost all of my favourite routines were theirs... WATCH!

Hip Hop (No Air - Jordin Sparks ft. Chris Brown)


Bollywood (Dhoom Tasna - Om Shanti om)

Watch Bollywood videos and dance lessons at DanceJam.com

Contemporary (Hometown Glory - Adele)


Lyrical (Slow dancing in a burning room - John Mayer)


These are my absolute favs, and you NEED to watch them all cause they are so fucking fantastic! Your will feel that your life wasnt complete until you saw these dances! And if you have already seen them, I guess I won't have to talk you in to watching them one more time...

Late night dinner with Topaz by the Sagrada Familia. I got to wear my boots for the first time! Yey!

Dress - H&M
Boots - Zara
Bag - Miu Miu
Leather jacket - Zoul
Plaid "scarf" - Gina Tricot

My Crib

Thought I'd take you on a small tour of my current habitat here in Barcelona... For being out in the last minute (as always) I think I scored living arrangements-jackpot!


This is my tiny teenie room after I immediately got settled in. It's got everything I need, though.




Ok, I could have used some drawers, but I was preparing for no closet space what so ever, so it really doesn't matter.


This is the living room, it's a small apartment which I share with the owner Laura, who is a super sweet woman!


Oh, and did I mention that it's a penthouse apartment? Or sobreatico, as we call it here in España. Huge terass. Weekly cleaning. Good life.

Took my Betsey's for a spin the other night. Not the easiest thing in the world, I can tell you, but somehow I managed... Maybe cause we ended up going to a bar instead of a club, thank god. They are amazing, though...

Suede fringe vest - Stradivarius
Top/dress - Acne
Skirt - Monki
Tights - Topshop
Shoes - Betsey Johnson


Leopard soles... yum! So tacky, so cute.

Barcelona buys

For how long have I wanted a fringe suede vest? I don't even know but it feels like forever... This one is real suede, wasn't expensive, and found in what could be just any other chain budget store called Stradivarius.


Needed a cardigan desperately since I'd overestimated the weather slightly when packing... This one is from Zara, and it is purrfect! It is absolutely wool-fre, which can be a challenge to find nowadays... I am completely allergic to wool, I even sneeze when wool is in the same room as I. Sad but true.



FINALLY... I am having a romantic relationship with my new boots! They're my substitute boyfriend(s). So it is established that you CAN actually buy love. At Zara. And how'd you like my leopard pyjamapants?

Isn't it kind of scary that I unconsciously chose to reinvent my old blog on the very day of its birth?
Happy 3 yrs bloggie! You may not have been my very first blog, but you will always be my best...

Såhär såg det ut på playan i måndags innan vi bestämde oss för att det nog blåste lite för mycket ändå... Men jag fortsätter vara optimistisk, haha! Har köpt spanska Elle och Vogue, båda supernummer med stor accessoarbilaga, hårbilaga och roliga grejer! Varför är utländska tidningar så mycket tjockare och billigare?