Thursday, December 31, 2009

Next year we will try to learn how to seduce men.
"No," scolded Yoda. "Do, or do not. There is no try."
OK, we'll just do it.
Well, evidently there is a piece of clothing that makes any man look like a special agent, a playboy, a heart breaker, and, best word of the year; make out-able.
Because the future looks almost as, if not more, golden then the present.
It always reassuring to find our thoughts put to words by Nobel prize winners. Love in the time of cholera is an wonderful example of the genius of Gabriel García Márques and the human race's infinite and eternal search for passion.
From the first moonlit night, both of them broke their hearts in the fierce love of inexperience. But Angeles Alfaro left as she had come, with her tender sex and her sinner's cello, on an ocean liner that flew the flag of oblivion, and all that remained of her on the moonlit roofs was a fluttered farewell with a white handkerchief like a solitary sad dove on the horizon, as if she were a verse from the Poetic Festival. With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: "My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse."

Monday, December 28, 2009

Because you take matching-pets-with-outfit to a higher level.

Friday, December 25, 2009

2008 - two-thousand-great
2009 - two-thousand-fine (or divine, if you like)
2010 - two-thousand-men.

After developing a record setting 5-6 intermediate crushes the last two weeks before Christmas, a few Stockholm boys are present in our imagination, where we are playing with the thought that they were celebrating Christmas with us.

One would charm grandma completely with his eloquence and tall, blond appearance. Another would be cuddled up, reading next to us in her turqoise leather sofas and join us for a Florida vintage shopping spree at the Goodwill stores. One would curse the capitalist ways as we drive along the Tamiami, and we would engage in delightful arguments over the Turkey.
The fourth would, au contraire, praise the entrepreneurial spirit, but besides that we're not sure what he would be up to. Another would most likely enjoy everything, but a highlight might be lying close together on a blanket on the beach.

Yes, yes, we know the difference between dream and reality. But to quote The Economist's end-of-year-issue further and The Idea of Progress; "Everytime someone tells you to "be realistic" they are asking you to compromise your ideals."

And that's something we try to avoid to the greatest extent.
Another Christmas reading from The Economist, concering on of our more intagible great loves; United States of America.

In America, people with unusual hobbies are generally left alone. And power is so devolved that you can more or less choose which rules you want to live under. If you like low taxes and death penalty, try Texas. For good public schools and subsidiesed cycle paths, try Portland, Oregon.

The article further discuss;
...that countries and regions and cities are engaged in a global battle for talent. The most creative people can live more or less where they want. They tend to pick places that offer not only material comfort but also the stimulation of being surrounded by other creative types. This make life more fun. It also fosters technological progress. When clever people cluster, they can bounce ideas off eachother. This is why rents are so high in Manhattan.
Yes, sir. But there are plenty of free drinks, too.
Not to mention all those intellectual New York men.

I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.

— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia)

Although, we dissmissed this book as American-bestseller-chick-lit-crap at first, we soon came to appreciate its greatness, if not that of Miss Gilbert herself. One of the girls found it a suiting topic for a wintertime tea break, and as most things concerning optimism and romance, in our world it is timeless.

Possibly, because few family fathers are as horrible, yet appealing as Clark Griswold, and in the end, sometimes it is better to have a heart that is bigger than your brains.
We are caught in a Didion-esque daydream of having a husband, with whom we're living in a Malibu beach house in the late 70's, driving a Corvette ("that was the car we had at the time") from Vegas to Los Angeles or having him fly from LAX up to San Francisco just to have dinner with us on a $26 return flight.

This lad does not quite fill that position, but comes pretty close in radiating some of that California sunshine.
Christmas reading brings many wise thoughts our way, one of utter clarity is from Gun-Britt Sundstrom's Maken, a relationship novel. Grandma wanted to read something in Swedish and borrowed it, but had to stop after sufficient pages covering the tiring perils of youth's complicated romance. Since we haven't hit eighty-one yet, we find it amusing.

"Mogna, bli vuxen"? Men jag går ju i barndom! Jag finner mig kastad tillbaka till samma förnedringens tillstånd som i den grönaste plågsammaste ungdomen då man gick omkring och sökte Sin Man, såg en äktenskapskandidat i allt levande av mankön och levde i ständigt uppflammande förhoppningar, i ett eldhav av små och stora flammor, ständigt slocknande i besvikelse. På den tiden var man själv ännu osynlig för dem, besvikelsen var att den man såg aldrig såg tillbaka. Nu gör han det för det mesta, och illusionen att han vore något brister desto fortare. Det finns ingen som vill ha mig, det var pubertetens stora förtvivlan. Det finns ingen jag vill ha, det är alltså mogenhetens. I den mån det är en förändring är det knappast en förbättring.

Monday, December 21, 2009

For some reason, cool guys can never dress properly for winter. We don't know if it is the burning heart or the warm blood that keeps the body temperature sufficiently high, but with most of the heat being lost through the head we would definitely recommend a hat.

We love your oil dripping tortilla, that you can't find potatoes in Brooklyn and that you always speak your mind. Nobody quite captures the term Latino lover the way you do, or would leave a finance career in London for the arts. And we are very much looking forward to see the autobiographical Jorge-movie.
Besos, darling.
We often feel that our metaphorical suitcase is bound for excessive baggage weight, but with all the cute boys tucked away in there, we are looking forward to The Ketchup Effect (nothing, nothing, then everything at once) that the next decade will bring. Or to quote our baby sister, "Let 2010 be the sluttiest year so far".
Because environment saving aristocrats/world explorers will always trump actor/models on our Christmas list.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Because it is Monday, but if it was summer and a few years back we could still go dancing tonight, thanks to you.

And we also enjoy "Laughing, losing control, cutting it up, getting in and out of trouble, paid, laid, in the way, inebriated by music, messing things up and sorting them out again."
It is always amusing to realize how completely predictable we are. You just have to visit Stuff White People Like, to feel like the most unoriginal person in the world. Yet, instead of saying that we're completely unimaginative, we prefer to call it for what it is;
being children of of our time.

The most recent 'Aha'-experience of mainstream-ness came from Paste Magazine's Evolution of the Hipster spread. It lists the different gals and guys of the 21st Century's first decade and we couldn't have been provided with a more accurate inventory of our favorite boys;

2000 The Emo - check, check
2002 The Ashton - check
2004 The Twee - check
2006 The Mountain Man - check, check, check,
check, check, check, check, check, etc.
2008 The Williamsburg - check, check, check
Because we can't decide if Chestnuts roastin', Christmas (Baby Please Come Home), O Helga Natt or All I Want For Christmas is You is the best seasonal soundtrack. But they all seem to to have a romantic undertone suitable for checkers shirts and pink watches.

Because you were a social conscious, consumption critic before today's skånska rappers could drop a beat, your favorite candy is French Delights, so much of what you create is a wet dream of pastels and we love the Johan Renck-turquoise&wooden panels.

By the way, it's not wasted youth. Growing old is a privilege denied to many.
Dark curls always turn up the heat and since we got a fire alarm as our first Christmas gift today, we're prepared.

Sunday, December 13, 2009


Saturday, December 12, 2009

Quite often we would prefer to live in a musical from the first half of the 20th Century, and this young man seems to pull it off on a daily basis with a tuxedo, apple stealing jazz and swing för hyresgästföreningen.
Because our favorite tennis brand is Wilson, we love it when handsome Swedes are head hunted for psychedelic fragrance advertisements and like you, our drug of choice is also love.
Because you sort of look like a phenomenal hand clapper, but by the way you blow candles we can clearly see that our hearts would be safe in your hands.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Because it looks like your dark secrets go very well with egg toddy.
Although completely unaccounted for, we always take pride in our beautiful boys. But when we find out that one of them is the toastmaster of this year’s Nobel prize ceremony, all we can say is WOW.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

We don't care about you being a carrot top, as long as you bring some of that happy, adventurous spirit. In case we should run out.

Because you are a little son of the universe, we went to school with the Sam who spells his name without the quotation marks (and he is a really great guy), you like sunshine and since you occasionally take Roshan out to lunch.
Another favorite from Craig's List. Someone who quite clearly disagrees with Goethe's saying that "a master first shows himself in self-limitation". Then again, if you know what you're looking for you might as well just spell it out.
Are you the one? (East Harlem)

You have the most beautiful smile... your shyness makes you lift your hand to your face. You wake me up with a kiss and we make love. You think I'm addicted to coffee. You love my hands; hold them all the time. you always play with my hair. You look great in dark colors. Especially blue and Black. you very intelligent. and passionate about what you do ..and when something happens or that your excited about you ramble like a mad man .. you love listening to me. You love rainy days as much as I do.. like to stand out and smell the rain. You like to play music and grabbing me to dance with you. You love being comfortable in your jeans and t-shirt.. just watching a movie or some type of documentary ..which I might find extremely boring. We kiss all the time.. you’re so passionate. You like to make love in the most unusual places.. you love the fact that I have no problem with that. You snore... but i like it. You motivate me to be a better person.. you inspire me to be creative. You are not afraid to cry. You love my friends. they love you too. We enjoy Sat morning cartoons and cereal. Your always teaching me something new. You calm me when I’m angry ..we can never stay mad at each other for too long. You have a job you love doing. You wake me up early because you think we should go somewhere.. I love that your spontaneous. You drive me crazy when you leave the paper everywhere. You have the most dreamy eyes.. and you moan when we kiss deeply. You love to travel. You always remember the important dates. You like to stay in shape.. which inspires me to do the same. You like my cooking. You like watching "heroes" with me. You are always cuddling with me. You’re not a quitter. You were not afraid to tell me you had fallen in love with me very early after we met. I love your mouth. Your hard working.. serious ..determined. Don't believe in bullshitting. Your goofy and your sense of humor is as twisted as mine. You call me up to say I love you when I least expect it. You love Italian food! You sing at me even though it's so painful..loll I love the way you smell. You love watching live concerts at the park. Your nice sexy womanly voice drives me nuts. You like that I’m black, you think it’s hot.
In case you were wondering...
I recycle
I put the toilet seat down...
I am from Africa
I Got a fun job
I like movies
I love to cook
I am compassionate
my friends love me
I speak more than one language
I travelled to every continent on the planet except Antarctica
I love to explore
I am very rarely sick
I love meeting people
I am not afraid to commit
I am very organized
I love making lists
I am generous
I am not racially prejudiced
I eat spicy food
I love beaches and mountain
I try to save the planet every day
I take a shower every day, even twice a day
I never beat a women
I don't snore (much)
I will always answer honestly, if you ask me
I have no drama
I will laugh at every joke, even when it is not funny
I eat vegetarian
I don't litter
I look both ways before I cross the street
I wash my hands when I get home
It gets better every time
I am handsome, and funny
I like laughing about myself
I stop and ask for directions
I try not to pick my nose or butt in public
I like Frank Zappa
I can stay up all night and talk about Life, the Universe and Everything
I believe in honesty and trust
I know you’re out there... I know you have felt the same. I have been thinking of you ..missing you..wanting you. Please find me...

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Teachers and farmers are two of the professions we consider completely underrated in today's society. We would love going to school even more if all lecturers looked like this. Although we have been injected with ideas and knowledge all fall, we're still failing to map out any stakeholders who wouldn't adore a PhD Assistant Professor affiliated with Russia, teaching negotiations and social entrepreneurship.
Because you can't receive a compliment without turning it into a business idea.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Already fans of the Swedo-Americano combo, we have now found something even better - the Danish-Americano. Preferrably born in New York and raised in Argentina. Just like our future kiddos.
Allow us to dream of summer.
"Just det. I fickan hittade jag ett visitkort som det stod “You Look Great” på och en bloggadress på baksidan. Det betyder att det inte bara var jag som var full igår."
In the winter darkness they are pretty hard to find, but there are a few traits that the fantastic boys possess. He wears colorful socks, he likes soulful hip hop, his dark eyes start to sparkle when talking about literature, he has the same birthday as you do, a name that is difficult to pronounce, he recommends Selma Lagerlöf for Christmas and he is, obviously, very handsome.
Looking good, mister!
The guy who forgot to mention that he had a girlfriend and later on kindly asked us to delete his phone number, gave us a call. We didn't recognize the number at first, and since we were sleeping at the time, 4am on a Saturday morning, we got a text as well, pretty much summing up the most relevant aspects. "Ute?".

Friday, December 4, 2009

Although not usually fans of the slimmed jeans and eyeliner, British humor packaged in a very Ramones-esque/poncho/cape style makes our hearts beat endlessly for NOEL Fielding.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Listening to Jay-Z Unplugged today we got the urge to do a cover called Boys, boys, boys. Because we love boys. And although we are all about celebrating fantastic men, there is also the clearly stated invitation to some actual kissing (vi är vad vi heter, so to speak) as well as the therapeutic aspect, with an unbeatable cost-benefit track record.

Someone said that ' The best way to get over a guy is to get under another'. Another wise woman said, 'The best way to get over a guy is to turn him into a blog post'.

We have not had the pleasure to meet beautiful Tom, so we're just assuming that he is into cakes and domesticated animals, an excellent photographer, and if possibly that day comes, we don't wanna get over you.