Norwegian actress Jenny Skavlan is releasing a line in co-operation with BikBok on oct. 12th. The collection is containing some nice pieces, however there doesnt seem to be anything bringing the collection together... Where is the story? the thread? What makes a collection a collection and not just a random mix of clothes on models?
However, I will go by and have a look. Jenny has proved her sence of style time and time again on the red carpet and this will be interesting.
http://www.henne.no/819450/designer-for-bik-bok
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Lazy blogger
Yes, that is I! Sorry. Incredibly depressing week. Got an email from Printemps Haussman to send them my MJ to repair/get a new one. This faulty can't be fixed!
Was alone all week... these are my highlights:
Wednesday: Gave Coco a bath, and my new Marc Jacobs came to work with me...
Thursday: Drank 2 glasses of wine infront of TV at night and went to bed drunk (yea.... I know...)
Friday: Jesper came over, I got wasted on wine and he sketched me.
Saturday: Eivind and Anne came over, drank wine and eventually got me out of my pajamapants and into my partydress and plateau mary-janes (thank you, Anne. I was becoming pretty dull). at 01:00 I realized my ID was still at home (fuck). And after trying to get in 4 places without it, I eventually had to name-drop my loser-ex to the bouncer for him to let me in ("oooooh yea! I remember you! You must be like 22 now, come on in!" "Uhuh, thanks!" "You know he got married last week" "Ok...?" Honastly: I read theres allways a contest between ex'es about who gets married first and stuff... but I think I win this one:
Evidence #1: He's fat now.
Evidence #2: His wife looks like Rosie O'Donnell on a bad bad day.
Evidence #3: If I was as fab than as I am now, I would never ever even have looked at him.
Evidence #4: I was over him before he was over me.
Evidence #5: He has a goatee... enough said.
Post tequila shot I was feeling on top of the world, with cute boy following me all over the club.. he never got up the guts to say hi... if its meant to be we will meet again.
Sunday: Cant remember sunday, did sunday happen?
Monday: Nervous breakdown...
Tuesday: Came home to mysteriously clean house... Grandma is like fairy godmother!
Wednesday: I dropped my chickenfilet on the floor, Coco swallowed it... and threw it up on the livingroom carpet. Di-li-ci-ous.
Thursday: Nada, Zip....! Im exhausted from much work...
Looking at this week I look like the worlds biggest most boring loser to have dogvomit my highlight of a day (hey, its the one thing that happened I wont forget).
Next week wil be better. getting back in the saddle (litterally)
Was alone all week... these are my highlights:
Wednesday: Gave Coco a bath, and my new Marc Jacobs came to work with me...
Thursday: Drank 2 glasses of wine infront of TV at night and went to bed drunk (yea.... I know...)
Friday: Jesper came over, I got wasted on wine and he sketched me.
Saturday: Eivind and Anne came over, drank wine and eventually got me out of my pajamapants and into my partydress and plateau mary-janes (thank you, Anne. I was becoming pretty dull). at 01:00 I realized my ID was still at home (fuck). And after trying to get in 4 places without it, I eventually had to name-drop my loser-ex to the bouncer for him to let me in ("oooooh yea! I remember you! You must be like 22 now, come on in!" "Uhuh, thanks!" "You know he got married last week" "Ok...?" Honastly: I read theres allways a contest between ex'es about who gets married first and stuff... but I think I win this one:
Evidence #1: He's fat now.
Evidence #2: His wife looks like Rosie O'Donnell on a bad bad day.
Evidence #3: If I was as fab than as I am now, I would never ever even have looked at him.
Evidence #4: I was over him before he was over me.
Evidence #5: He has a goatee... enough said.
Post tequila shot I was feeling on top of the world, with cute boy following me all over the club.. he never got up the guts to say hi... if its meant to be we will meet again.
Sunday: Cant remember sunday, did sunday happen?
Monday: Nervous breakdown...
Tuesday: Came home to mysteriously clean house... Grandma is like fairy godmother!
Wednesday: I dropped my chickenfilet on the floor, Coco swallowed it... and threw it up on the livingroom carpet. Di-li-ci-ous.
Thursday: Nada, Zip....! Im exhausted from much work...
Looking at this week I look like the worlds biggest most boring loser to have dogvomit my highlight of a day (hey, its the one thing that happened I wont forget).
Next week wil be better. getting back in the saddle (litterally)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My Marc by Marc Jacobs Lil Riz stamped patent bag... after 4 weeks...
Bought loads of sushi and the The Totally Turn Lock Bow Clutch from Marc by Marc Jacobs to provide self with empty feeling of happiness. ..Only too bad I probably must turn tricks now to buy dogfood. (P.S. Big thanks to Simonsen for getting me drunk tonight and taking me to the movies...)
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