Good morning Lanzarote

I am really xcited today. I got a call last night, and after considering for a while, I made up my mind: I am going back to modeling, at least every once in a while. I've accepted  a modeling job - bikini shots for a major brand of swim wear. Since someone cancelled, I was lucky to be offered the job instead, and I'm leaving on Friday already to Lanzarote, Spain.

I am quite happy to be able to get away from cold Norway right now, so I am planning to sneak out a little bit to see the surroundings. Lanzarote is a beautiful place, and we are staying at Playa Blanca, close to the Papagayo beaches. I will for sure see the beaches, probably even shoot there, and maybe I can even drop by Fuerteventura before I head home again. I love travelling, even when it is for hard work.

A short thought on modeling: I am often faced with people who think modeling is not an art. They think we “just stand there and look pretty”. I have to tell you looking pretty is not easy. And looking pretty in pictures is even harder. You have to concentrate so hard.  Often you must stay in the water for a long time with very little clothes on, too. People are often so judgmental about people who look good – they somehow value that less than being smart. But maybe this is a chicken-egg situation again: The outer egg is just as important as the inner chicken. And if you are an egg, you will at some point be broken - like I will have wrinkles and be too old. 

Anyway, this will probably be the last blog post I am writing for a couple of days. Promise to be back, though, and hope you miss me while I'm gone. Here’s a picture of where I’ll be :)))) Big kiss to you from me in the meantime.

Kinda blue...

I am kinda blue today. I mean, I don't have a job yet, and some promising prospects have turned out to be not so promising. I am still crashing at my brother's, where his girlfriend hates my guts and he’s getting a bit sick of me to. It is wet and boring outside. And some of my friends seem to not like me so much. I think I’ll stay inside in pjs for the day – at least until my brother gets home.

As for pjs, I’m not telling you what I’m wearing. But I will tell you I like the traditional pjs, beautiful and comfy and perfect for this cold climate. My fav brand on the budget side is Princesse Tam-Tam.

And when I’m in this mood, there is one thing I like better than anything, and that is to listen to opera. My fav opera is Verdi’s Aida. I mean, how sad can is it not when Aida, the Ethiopian princess, is held as a slave? That is no life for a princess. And when Aida has to choose between loyalty to her father and to her lover? My favorite part is when she sings “O Patria mia – quanto mi costi” It means “Oh, my home land, what you demand of me”, and I cry every time. What is my home land demanding of me? I don’t know yet, but it feels like a lot. What is Aida’s home land demanding of her? Certainly a lot.

Here's the aria for you to listen to - I sure hope you are happier than me today, though :))))

I <3 Oslo..?!

Towards the end of 2009 I made an important decision - to move back to Oslo and Norway after living in LA. What is weird about living abroad is how it makes you appreciate your home country. You miss what you don't have, and when you come back, you miss the opposite. So now I'm in a limbo - I miss LA, but I love coming back to Oslo at the same time. I really feel like I need to rediscover my identity. It is a bit like the chicken and egg situation - the chicken misses the egg and the egg misses the chicken. And then the chicken lays a new egg.

Well, my way of solving the dilemma is not to think about what I miss, but to focus on the things I like here and now. I am a positive girl, you know, and this is why I <3 Oslo today:  

1. Catching up with wonderful friends
Wow, I knew my friends were great, but their enthusiasm about me moving home has been beyond expectations. How wonderful that they all welcome me home and hang out with me. They are the main reason I moved back. Love them, and could really be anywhere in the world as long as they were there. Also finally joined Facebook again after a bad stalker episode a while ago - this time with a brand new account. Caught up with many people I hadn't seen in a while. <3 social networking for making me feel loved again.

2. Everything is bright shiny and new
Wow, Oslo has developed so much while I’ve been away. The opera house is great, of course. But there is so much more going on. It is like everything is happening at once, right now in this small city of greatness. Today I visited Posthallen – this rebuilt old post central in downtown Oslo that has been turned into a fashion house. Shops like Freudian Kicks and Henrik Vibskov represent fashion like Oslo hasn’t seen before. And I really would like to check out the organic hairdresser – Hope hair.

3. New party places. Always perfect
I also discovered some new places to hang out the other day. My fav new bar so far is Tilt – the perfect spot to house your evening with one friend or many. Such a great bar, such a cool vibe, so many wonderful people and pinball to play if you feel like it. I am continuing to check out some new places – looks like the way to go is eastward. Watch out for more party news.

4. The snow, the snow, the beautiful snow
You wouldn't believe it. When living in LA, even though I loved the sea and the sun, I missed the snow. Returning in January, the landscape was all covered in beautiful cotton wool. It is so calming. It reflects the light so beautifully and gives me energy. And how magical the new, untouched snow is. Lying in the new snow is like lying in the skies. I think we all need to be wrapped in snow sometimes.

5. The nature, so close
Yes, the nature is everywhere. In fact, I heard that the city is a better environment for several animal species than the mountain or the forest. I mean, look at all the happy kestrels in Manhattan. But still. I like quiet natural surroundings too. In Oslo the calming forest is only a taxi or tram ride away. In what other city can you ski in the forest without seeing a person and then be at the opera 30 minutes later? I am mostly a city girl, but thank you Oslo for not having to choose.

Oh, well, this is what has been on my mind today. Tomorrow it might be something else, but then I will tell you, right? You can also tell me in the comments section what you love about Oslo or what you think I should check out.

Here's a lovely picture I found of angels in the snow:

The eggs, the eggs

This is my first entry in this blog - have to say I am very xcited. I bet you are wondering why I have named this blog Philosopy&EGGS, so this first entry will be about just that - my interest in eggs.

Eggs have always fascinated me. I mean, they are both the beginning of life, as some are born in eggs, the maintaining of life, as some eat the eggs as food, and the ending of life – if someone eats an egg, it will not develop into a chicken.

Let’s start with the qualities that lie in the egg itself. It has the perfect form. Both round and not round. And not the same shape in both sides. So many beautiful colors. My personal favorite is the white ostrich egg – there is no such color as the color of an eggshell. And I am so impressed by the fact that an egg can break in an instant, yet if you squeeze it the right way, it would never break. Eggs are fertility – they are the beginning of life. No life can be without eggs. And eggs are so important for food. I mean, what would pancakes, omelets and eggs benedict be without eggs?

One of the interesting discussions about eggs, is the dilemma of the chicken and the egg. I do not see the problem. I mean, of course the chicken would come after the egg. The egg is for me the safe beginning of everything, the womb where everything started. Shame on you, Aristotle, for arguing differently.

The egg has inspired many others than me. In LA I had an Alexander McQueen chair named the egg. I miss it a lot. Hope I can afford one again. Here’s a pic:

I also really like the Cool bed by Günther Thöny. Imagine sleeping in an egg every night – my dream.

I even have a piece of jewellery that is a real egg.  This gold-lined quail egg by Stephanie Simek is crafted from a real Japanese speckled quail egg. I got it from my x, Marc. He really got my fascination with Eggs. Miss him:

Last, but not least, here’s a poem I wrote about eggs:

The egg

It is the perfect beginning

for a tender little species

so fragile, yet so safe.

Protects you from the outer threats

yet easy to break out of

when you feel ready

It seems to me perfectly clear

that the chicken came after the egg

That's all for tooday - I hope you are not put off by the philosophical tone in this entry. I am in that kind of mood today... 


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