So. Thursday. For me Thursday was the last real day of Fashion Week. I decided to spend friday night drinking tea, reading books and doing some writing – which is, as a matter of fact, exactly what I’m doing right now.
Thursday was kicked off by meeting up with a couple of Sweden’s top fashion bloggers, Sigrid (on the left) and Michaela, also known as Rar. Sigrid took off for some MySpace event, while me and Michaela went to the Nakkna show.
I got lousy pics from the show (it was all REALLY Nakkna though), but I met this awesome girl…
…wearing these awesome shoes…
…and also spotted a model with a fork hidden in her purse.
I won’t say who, but it was one of these two who had the fork.
After the show I went for a quick but hot (hmm…sounds familiar…) Thai dinner with an old friend. Then I stopped by Berghs to meet some friends and have a beer with them. I also found these amazing talents. Not a bad catch.
Then I hooked up with up n’ coming electro pop star Cornelia and headed down to Absolut Vodka’s “Machines”-party at PUB.
Here I met another awesome pop star, Rosanna, who also happens to be my neighbor. Gotta’ love her.
I also met some robots whom I wouldn’t want as neighbors for obvious reasons. Imagine the afterparties…
Jörgen Brennicke, an incredibely cool guy, and an almost magical photographer was there (hi Jörgen!).
I realized how short Cornelia is…
…how busy Rosanna is…
…and how easy it is to spice up a party!
Then I took off with Rosanna for the next party.
The +46 party was hosted by Thomas Rajnai and Calle Tollmar of Odd. Always awesome hosts.
To get to the VIP-party we had to take an elevator…
…but Jessica and Gustav were there, so I felt safe.
One of my favorite ad-people Stefan (who ALSO happens to be my neighbor) and Sebastian of Garbergs were also there mingeling with the stars.
This was some designer girl who I don’t know, but she looked cool.
Me Chrystelle, Sandra and Val. BFF.
And of course – Super Strikers were there. Hi guys!
The party went to Berns, where Bon kicked things off in grand style. That girl in the cab is up to something sketchy, wouldn’t you say?
From here on things just derailed. I’ll let the pics speak for themselves. Thanks to all for a great night!
Tap dancing.
The guardians of Fifth Avenue Shoe Repair.
The always mad geniuses of Social Club.
The superstars of… Stockholm.
And the evil of Rodeo Magazine.
Kickin’