6 inch monsters

Ahh my jeffrey campbell lanas arrived... I've taken them out for a test drive and now I am planning to wear them everywhere so the leather get's that cool worn look... they should be fine, I hear the can take a beating or two..

we arrived to stockholm this morning, the bf and I are driving down to london... we have about 2000 k to go and plans to briefly stop by copenhagen, amsterdam and antwerp! but before it all I want to buy peppermint candy at gränna, yeah!

laters x

Shopping in Essaouira

Finally some pics from the old town in essaouira, which was honestly hands down one of the best shopping experiences I've ever come across. It was amazing - every little shop was filled with treasure-like pieces.. packed with inspiring prints and designs. Shoes, bags, jewellery - all hand made, all so insanely gorgeous I ended up going back three times. Still stuck with a feeling I left half of it undiscovered... A few very good days


MTV/justlegs reminder

Last chance to take part in the 'MTV just legs' campaign! pics need to be up before may 1st for a chance to win a 1000 € shopping day and to become the new face of gillette..

upload outfit photos and vote for your favorites HERE

because i love you


I remember that day in bed when my ear was pressed against his chest; his heart beat was beating loudly in that perfect body of his and his vibrating voice echoed through. I could feel it too. I counted that he had 23 birthmarks on his stomach, tracing them with the tip of my fingers. We talked for a long time in that position, talked about life, music, love, our love, him, me, us, everything.

We noticed that the sun had gone down and decided to grab something to eat. We raided the fridge, eating with our fingers in our underwear on the kitchen floor. He started playing on his acoustic guitar, his eyes shut, making that silly face. But suddenly, he stopped.

He looked up, smiled at me and bent over to kiss me. I giggled. Then he let go of the guitar to sit closer to me so he could hug me. I asked him why he got so lovey dovey all of a sudden. He replied with another kiss and said because he loved me. I loved him too, very much, and I told him that.

We stared into each others' eyes for a long time and I could feel the tears building up behind mine.

‘’You’ve never seen me cry have you?’’ I asked.

‘’No, and I hope that I never will.’’ He replied back with a serious voice.

But he did.

The salty water just came pouring down my face while he, confused, tried to wipe them away with his thumbs and kisses.

‘’Why are you crying?’’ He asked, almost crying himself.

‘’Because I love you.’’ I hated how desperate I sounded.

‘’But why are you crying then?’’

I didn’t know how to tell him. Tell him that he was the only boy in the world that could make me feel so happy and sad at the same time, tell him how lost I feel when he’s not around, how jealous I get when I’m with him that I swear I could hurt somebody. Tell him that I’m so in love with him and the love we shared, so happy that he was the one I woke up to everyday, even though he snores fucking loud sometime. Tell him that when he talks my whole body shivers, how when he kisses me I forget to breath sometimes, how I feel like a little girl when he puts my hair behind my ears, even though I hate how I look with my hair like that. I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t understand why he loved me. So I simply replied:
‘’Because I love you.’’

La medina


zara top and pants
aldo shoes
pamela love & fashionology rings
moroccan bag & jewellery
We made it home to finland yesterday afternoon, I spent the last day picking up some souveniers and last minute buys, feels good to be home for a while. I usually love a good price negotiation, but the hustle and constant haggling over every little buy, quickly gets a bit exhausting. I've bought enough stuff in my life to not be fooled by tourist prices or loud sales men, but ahh the glory of next time walking in to zara and quietly looking at the price tag and in piece deciding if I want to buy it or not.

wearing white on white again I know, but that just seems to be what I am in to now.. plus I'm thinking the jewellery overdose digs it. I still have a few morocco posts lined up before we go back to city life..


i wish that...

ffffound + weheartit

Stylestalker giveaway

Hi everyone.. time for a giveway! I am teaming up with stylestalker to giveaway this awesome venom snake print blouse, from the new collection.... just like the one I wore in my earlier post here!



how much you meant to me


The moon. I have always been drawn to it. Connected, in some inexplicable way. A silent kinship. There’s the moon, asking to stay. All my life, I’ve regarded it with a solemn reverence. For the tempestuous storm it brews. The ebb and flow. Love, lust, and longing. Sorrow and anguish. Strength and hope. Brazen resilience. An image of change. Of life itself. Birth and death and rebirth. Continuous incontinuity. Everything amounts to this enormous beauty I know I will never fully be able to grasp. In all this, the moon reflects the heart of life. The kaleidoscope flux of the soul. The moon. It’s a cause for introspection. A mirror of who I have been, and a promise of who I can become.

I changed when you came into my life. Time and experience had left me rough around the edges. I learned to get on, without needing anything or anyone else. I never wanted to be different or try and be better for any other person. But then you happened. You showed me what it was to love. How beautiful it could be to share something like that with another person. And then I wanted to be better for you all of the time. For some reason, I was never able to do it. It took losing you for me to realise what an awful person I had become by the end of our relationship. I couldn’t see it then, the way I do now. The truth is that I mistreated you. I was selfish, unreasonable, and immature. You did not deserve it. I need you to know how sorry I am for who I was. I want you to know that I know I was unfair to you, and that I regret it deeply. For as much as I loved you, I never ever should have treated you the way I did. I am so sorry. I don’t know how or why I became that person, but she isn’t someone I would recognize now.

When our relationship ended, I found myself down a passage of self-reflection, the depth of which I had never before traversed. I had to come to terms with the faults and weaknesses I began to see within me. I realised that I had neglected a lot of people in my life. I had spent most of my life unable to see anything beyond my own stupid hang ups. I was so self-involved and intent on shutting out the rest of the world, that I had failed to give those I loved what they deserved from me. I don’t think I truly understood what guilt felt like until that point.

I used to think a lot about the people I didn't have in my life anymore. Of those, there were some that the circumstances of life took from me, and others that I let fall away. It was faith that made me believe that you would never become one of those people. I had spent too much time grieving over the ones who had left, and I reminded myself to be grateful for those that remained. I always tried to make sure I appreciated your presence in my life. I guess somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that. I’ve learned too much from life to ever make that mistake again. When we were together, it was because of you that I wanted to be a better person. Throughout your absence, that sentiment remains. And I owe it to you. You were always there for me. I don’t have words to express how much you’ve taught me about love, faith, and what it means to be a good person. Thank you.

The last thing I want to tell you is how much you meant to me. I will never forget our time together. You changed my life. And if I know anything at all, it’s that what we had was real. My love for you was true. And I loved you the best way I knew how. I haven’t said it with a lot of words or any poeticism, but there it is. As honest as I can say it.


Pamela love x topshop

images topshop

Have you already heard? Our favorite jewellery designer pamela love is collaborating with topshop!

The collection out online & in stores 19th may (US 26th) concists of 14 pieces and is said to be inspired by native america and images of 1970s’ Gypsy Rockers..

looks so cool! here are my favorites..


give up the ghost


Jalla jalla

local jacket & bag and jewellery
zara dress and heels

Wearing a traditional moroccan woven coat, I think it's called 'jlaba'...? these are sold everywhere in different colors, I obvi had to have one... I don’t think they realize how cool these are around here. Feels a bit like I am wrapped in a door mat but when it comes to the print and color combo it’s perfect. Something more to ad to my carpet print collection.


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