Although living in Norway for 15 years will definitely affect your perception of style, Parisian apartments remain the embodiment of chic for me. A sucker for all things bourgeois and at the same time a lover of clean lines, I find myself drawn to quirky, eclectic abodes, somewhat eccentric and at the same time where the owner is not trying too hard.
Daphné Desjeux and Dorothée Delaye are the interior architects who renovated this 110m2 place and I think they did a marvellous job! Take a look!
We´re back in Oslo, where it´s refreshingly chilly and time seems to have stood still, as in the trees are still in full bloom and you still need a jacket and a wool scarf to get by. 😉 For a couple of days now we´ve decluttered the place, thrown some stuff away, put some shoes on sale and now we feel lighter already. Thought I´d have a short break and write about our last night in Bucharest, when we went out for dinner and drinks with my best friend and her husband.
I still like looking for cool apartments from time to time and on the days I´m truly miserable, there´s nothing like a colorful space to cheer me up. Let´s face it- this winter has been too long and too grey and I´m oh so fed up with it! But back to cheerful places, take a look at this ingenuous apartment for sale in Oslo! I love the light and spacious rooms, the touch of bright colors here and there, as well as the hardwood floors. Hope you see what I mean.
Now this is a refreshing home and studio in the city center! Architect Tamara Sawatzky and artist Elle Flanders converted a store into a home. I find it very inspirational, I hope you agree.
I´ve never been cool. For as long as I can remember I´ve been quite close to being cool, but I never made it all the way. As a little girl, I payed too much attention in class and wouldn´t swap my sandwich with other kids. As a teenager, I wasn´t allowed by my fanatic grandma to be en vogue and had to wear pleated skirts just over the knees. And as a young lady I tried too hard.
I stopped trying some 10 years ago and concluded that cool just doesn´t define me. And I have to admit that it was such a relief! I could stretch after more attainable things: I could try to be feminine, classy, well-dressed, well-read, a good cook, nice, whatever. Just not cool. This change of perspective eased my transition into adulthood. It´s nice to get to know who you really are. It´s ok not to wear Converse. And not to be the festival type. It´s ok to read magazines on a Friday evening instead of going to a concert. And you don´t have to go to parties if that just makes you tired.
Much of the blog world today is a reminder of the wanna-be cool days. I feel many wear the same clothes, promote the same brands and have an identical approach to fashion. I´m glad I´m not there any more. Nothing wrong with the perfect white t-shirt and the punk-inspired boots, but I can´t relate to them at all.
I´m taking you to yet another trip with me in wonderland! Enjoy!
life in a bubble 