Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Please excuse any inconvenience caused by lack of updates. We are touring sub-Saharan Africa and do not stumble into as many bearded men as one would like.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Because you look like a magestic creature which we dream of rolling "over together in a happy laughing heap of fur and arms and legs" and that it can be either "like playing with a thunderstorm or playing with a kitten...". Reading The Chronicles of Narnia while rain is pouring down we get more and more convince that fantastic men, or simply the feeling of passion, are pretty much like Aslan the lion.

At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.

His voice was deep and rich and somehow tooke the fidgets out of them. They now felt glad and quiet and it didn't seem awkward to them to stand and say nothing.
Excerpts from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis. Photo by Sandra Beijer

Because we love an unshaved man in bright sunlight.
Reading the September issue of Scottish GLAMOUR, we find amusing, very real life oriented excerpts from mis-communication between the sexes;

From him
Subject: Last night
Great night. That gold dress is so sexy. Can't stop thinking about you.

From her
Subject: Re:Last night
You and I went out last week. I wore trousers.

Her What an amazing night - thanks sooooo much. I've been waiting my whole life to meet someone like you. When are we next going out, handsome?

Him Was great, will get my PA to pencil in next free eve I have.

You are so sexy, sometimes I think I never want to sleep with anyone else ever again.

Friday, October 22, 2010

In the Swazi Observer, we read that the King has "noted that Swaziland was blessed because the economic melt-down has not dampened the spirit of the people of Eswati. He said prayer was the solution to the prevailing economic situation."

At first, this seemed like unusual approach to dealing with things. But further reading the South African Sunday Times we got the suggestion to; "Benefit from the "law of attraction". This is the idea that out thoughts influence our reality. Bearing it in mind can help increase the chances of success."

In other words, a great way to solve a crisis by having the whole population think and reflect over it, rather than a finance minister pushing a button or two. Hence, there ought to be no better way to find the men of your dreams than thinking about boys constantly.
Because the previous Nobel laureate in Economics take pleasure in playing with words such as; "Efforts to negotiate a resolution to Europe's banana split proved fruitless". And we love both deserts and negotiations, which all sound like wonderful activities to enjoy in the company of pretty boys like you.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Well, because it is knowing that guys like you lurk around Barcelona that make us find some proper internet connection in Mozambique.
Because you look like a distant cousin to our latest crush, the handsome revolutionary, who sautees shrimp in cilantro, does his homework, speak Portugese, thinks he is Che Guevara, pushes all the right bottons in our political disagreements and still manages to makes our knees weak even while the socialist manifests hurts our ears. And it was quite a while since we last felt how terrible attractive it can be to not get along.
We were watching Lord of War last night, and a few more memorable lines of romantic character, ringing especially true, were; "You can't force someone to fall in love with you.
But you can definitely improve your chances".

In the case of Nicholas Cage he pretty much buys the whole island of St. Barths. We suggest a a somewhat cheaper alternative; grow a beard, enjoy hanging out with kids, ride a horse and live like a gentleman in the English countryside.
Burton, the great seducer, appeared to ignore her at first, then he edged over to her and said fatuously, "Has anybody ever told you that you're a very pretty girl?"As recounted in her 1965 memoir, Elizabeth Taylor, she couldn't believe the lameness of that gambit. "Here's the great lover, the great wit, the great intellectual of Wales, and he comes out with a line like that.

Having discovered one of the great love affairs of the past century in a lay around number of Vanity Fair, we are even more convinced of the catastrophe that faces mankind if the art of writing love letters should become extinct. Richard Burton's correspondence with his lady, Liz, simply makes us wish that more men would surrender to love totally.

Well, first of all, you must realize that I worship you. Second of all, at the expense of seeming repetitive, I love you. Thirdly, and here I go again with my enormous command of language, I can't live without you. Thirdly, I mean fourthly, you have an enormous responsibility because if you leave me I shall have to kill myself. There is no life without you, I'm afraid. And I am afraid. Afeared. In terms of my life, scared. Lost. Alone. Dull . Dumb. (That will be the day.) And fifthly , and I hope I will never repeat myself, I fancy you. I bet that you would be alright if you loved me and stuff like that.

I love you, lovely woman. If anybody hurts you, just send me a line saying something like "Need" or 'Necessary" or just the magic word "Elizabeth," and I will be there somewhat faster than sound. You must know, of course, how much I love you. You must know, of course, how badly I treat you. But the fundamental and most vicious, swinish, murderous, and unchangeable fact is that we totally misunderstand each other... we operate on alien wavelenghts. You are as distant as Venus - planet, I mean - and I am tone-deaf to the music of the spheres.

...so why don't you come down and visit me? I'll show you a good time... I love you. Very very very odd curious strange bizarre unattractive without you. Millions of kisses and hugs. The bed is huge!

All excerpts from A Love Too Big To Last by Sam Kashner and Nancy Schoenberger, Vanity Fair, July 2010.
Because if it is snowing in Stockholm, that's a great excuse to stay inside and make out all day with one of all the pretty natives.
But we still rather prefer the warm breeze of the Indian Ocean and laying poolside in Maputo.
Because we are slowly dying of thirst for newspapers or magazines made of paper, written in a language that we understand and filled with fun facts, stories, ideas and pictures of new, pretty boys. Like you.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Because drinking beer under starry skies ought to be better if there is kissing involved, but instead you remind us of the pleasures involved in actually longing for something. And because when we simply put words on our perception of reality, you tell us that that it is among the most beautiful things anyone has ever said about you. And whenever we think about you, a warm, white light appears. And because you makes us not know what to do, but if the birds have been twittering especially melodious on your morning bike to work, it is because we kindly asked them to.
Slightly ridiculous, we know, but sometimes it is difficult to resist a pair of pipe smoking twins. Yet it is even more ridiculous to flick through an astrology book during lunch break and get an instant cosmic revelation to our own behaviour;

Det finns nog inget tecken som har förmågan att uppvakta så som Tvillingen. När hon flirtar och visar sina romantiska känslor i ord och handling kan ingen stå emot. Men hennes rastlöshet och stora frihetsbehov är det som oftast hindrar henne från en djupare relation. Tvillingen längtar efter kärlek men är innerst inne rädd för att binda sig vid en enda människa. Då är fanatsin tryggare. Tvillingen är kär nästan jämnt, och drömmer om den perfekta kärleken, men hon låter det oftast stanna vid drömmar för att slippa möta den krassa verkligheten.

Oh, no!

Because for curls and a beard we might make an exception to our otherwise non-attraction towards red heads. And looking back at the summer, the kissing has been in abundance, overall fantasticness has reigned and Trädgården has been a pleasant watering hole from beginning til end.

Photos by: Sima Korenivski

- That's so cute!
- Not as cute as you are!
- My friend just walked out and I'm also about to leave..
- That was before you met me.
- Ah, you're adorable.

Kissing ensues.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Because we love men and animals, men with animals, or simply all species. And at the library today we found a book that had us hooked in the preface, where the author, within the space of three pages, explain interspecie communication as well as offer a constructive take on how Swedes might view our new, undesired political situation with a xenophobic party entering the parliament;

I used to raise chickens and ducks for food. After a couple of years, a pack of coyotes discovered the easy meals, and I began to lose birds. I scared the coyotes away when I happened to be home, but I knew I could not forever stand guard. One day, when I saw a coyote stalking chickens I asked it to stop. I did this more out of frustration than conviction.
The odd thing was, the coyote did stop, and neither it nor other pack members returned.


As Franz Kafka put it, you may not destroy someone's world unless you are prepared to offer a better one. But no redemption can be found in avoidance of difficult issues. Redemption comes only after we have moved through the horrors of our present situation to the better world that lies beyond it. By confronting the problemas courageously as we can and at the same time presentling alternatives, our barriers to clarity, including our false hopes, may crumble to reveal previously unseen possibilities.

Excerpt from Derrick Jensen's A Language Older Than Words, 2004.
Because you look like the Russian penpal we always dreamed of.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Because we could go on raving about your porcelain skin/olive complexion/hazel eyes/ movie star lips/ lower east side rock band aura forever. And your hair is just the thick, ebony mess we adore the most.
Image via In need of some Polish.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Because they great thing about June, July and August is not simply tanned arms, but as our friend the photograher put it; "Well, that's summer for ya, everyone is happy and horny".

Although there is no valid reason for people to change behaviour, the vast majority seem to be closing up their physical and emotional candy stores as September moves forward. This saddens us. And how exactly do you plan to survive winter then?

Keep the sweetness burning.
Because Swedish men are so wholesome, sweet and trustworthy that we keep falling in love with a few of them each week. Americans are weird (in the good way) and intriguing, which is fun, but in most cases they turn out to be completely screwed (in the bad way). Whereas there is something about our own countrymen that just makes us want to move in and have babies.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Because sometimes you forget what you love if you loose sight of it, and that's why we have friends who don't let friends forget about the beauty, the beard and the dark, long hair.
Because we rarely get to quote Freud, but when it comes to the unconscious power of love, we seem to agree; "When making a decision of minor importance, I have always found it advantageus to consider all the pros and cons. In vital matters, however, such as the choice of a mate or profession, the decision should come from the unconscious, from somewhere within ourselves. In the important decisions of personal life, we should be governed, I think by the deep inner needs of our nature."
Because you are the tallest half of our favorite married couple, you are all about enjoying life, you don't eat meat, drive a Porsche, hang out at Home Depot, and because the trouble with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people’s money.
Because you are black-and-white men, smoking cigarettes and carrying paperbacks in your pockets, looking like models just by leaning against a wall. And because Jack Kerouac said; "Maybe that's what life is...a wink of the eye and winking stars.”
Yes, we do know that not keeping in touch or responding is the universal behaviour of men who just aren't that into you. Yet, this is not something that stops us from being eternal optimists or repeating previously failed behavior, 'cause you never know,
this time it might be different.

Okey, haha. Men herregud! Ursäkta om jag stör men jag är ju i stockholm och det finns ingen som jag så gärna ligger med som dig! Ägna dig åt lite välgörenhet och gör en tjej glad. Väldigt glad! :-) puss och kram

Ps. Jag hoppas du är lycklig!

Helst vill jag ju ligga med dig när jag är nykter, men man kan ju alltid hoppas att ditt omdöme sviktar lite under småtimmarna. Xoxo

In our mild criticism to the modern, constantly connected society, we would like to point out that when you have internet in your phone, it is way too easy to look up previously erased numbers in the online yellow pages.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

We went to a seminar earlier this summer that stated the importance of feeling suprised, because all to often we are caught in the same routines and think we know it all. Imagine our suprise then when Stockholm decides to throw us a record breaking make out evening with the most beautiful boy we ever kissed, a second man that charmingly picked us up while we were unlocking the bike, who we then gave a ride to Nybroviken (since it had to be romantic even though it was a 5am pick up) and while we are debating which place to go back to (His argument: "Det är ingen bra idé. Jag kommer ha ångest oavsett om vi går hem till dig, mig eller om jag vaknar själv i morgonbitti") a new acquaintance from the previous Wednesday night gives us a ring and wonders if he can come over. "Well, of course, see you in twenty minutes!" Turns out though, that mediocre things don't come easy. Seven (incoming) phone calls and two and a half hours later, he eventually shows up, having spoiled all chances of getting laid. Our hugs not drugs policy required an explanation, and resulted in a confession: apparently, taking your friend's ADHD medication slows down your mental capacity and clearly leads you to completely misinterpret the term booty call.

Needless to say, we woke up as the big winners. Or maybe it is just true, that blondes really do have more fun.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Because life can't be fun and games all the time, but smiling clearly makes things a lot more delightful. Or as Mark Twain put it; "The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter."
Because we love crayfish parties, end of summer wool sweaters in combination with a tan, surfer hair, a mustache, beards (still) and creative head gear. We also had the pleasure to wake up next to a white-man-over-thirty in our make out closet who looks a bit like you.
More of an inspirational piece, but we doubt there are better ways of greeting a new day than in the interior design version of a pistachio macaron and spend the rest of your life in a French chateau with these boys.
Because we have a crush on you! And you are awesome and play great music and have some really nice bracelets. And you made our Wednesday night when we got to slow dance to Save The Best For Last.
Todays newspaper had a interview with a 62-year-old woman looking for love. It is part of a series called Lust and Desire 50+ and went under the headline "Unga män på nätet vill bara ha sex". Our top three favorite quotes from this piece of deep digging journalism are as follows;

Marianne har nog dejtat hundratals män från nätet vid det här laget, tror hon. I princip har det bara resulterat i lika många kaffe latte på olika kaféer. [That's a lot of coffee]
– Attraktion fanns, men sexuellt blev det en katastrof.
I hans huvud fanns inget annat än att pumpa in och ut.
Jag blir trött och deprimerad av att inte kunna träffa en riktig själsfrände, säger Marianne.

We wish Marianne good luck and would like to point out that the key to happiness is first and foremost to fall in love with yourself. And believing that the children are our future.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Because, in the words of Isabel Allende; only a fearless and determined heart will get the gold medal.
Change the title

you really should change the title of your blog to 'mildly attractive hipsters with varying degrees of facial hair and expressions that denote disregard for social norms.' its long, but accuracy is important, you know.

Dear Gabriel,

Thank you very much for reaching out and your most constructive feedback. Since I am assuming that you are a straight man; your suggested titel might be more appropriate. But the truth is that we really do wanna make out with these guys all the time, hence the current titel will continue to be in use for at least an unforseeable future. I hope you do not feel that your time was spent in vain and let's see if we will have the pleasure to make out sometime.

Kind regards,

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Well, why, we simply love beautiful young men in white lace and white teeth. And the long-hair-and-mustache-combo is making a doublelicious come back on our list.
In business class we learnt that opportunity is always knocking, but are you listening? The art of making out is indeed very much about seizing opportunities, something that might explain why we are more compatible with the entrepreneurial Americans.
Swedes however, do not see the clear sequence of events;

a) After jitterbugging and slow dancing to Ray Charles and Love Will Tear Us Apart, the most natural thing is of course to sit down and make out, not complain about being dizzy, excuse yourself to use the men's room and then disappear.
b) Or after giving us a bike ride across town while the summer rain is pouring down, you might want to share a kiss in the midnight darkness instead of just waving good-bye and jumping into a taxi cab.

Another way of putting it is like advertising guru Paul Arden;
"Don't look for the next opportunity.
The one you have in hand is the opportunity."

Shy/lame/wonderful people everywhere, take note.
Because you're cute. And because we got a very nice compliment the other day when our ability to write poems for random people was deemed a more entertaining party trick than the iPhone aura photo application.
At our dad's cocktail party we overheard a gentleman comparing politics to boxing; "It's not how good you are at hitting somebody, but rather how well you can take the punches."

Since there are no good looking men in Swedish politics, we'll keep our summer spirit with some sun-kissed party makers instead.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Because happiness is to have your name saved in someone's phone book followed by a ♥.
Because we like beaches, we like houses, we like 'sup mag, we like beards, we like long hair, we like likeminded and we like shameless self-promotion. And we are especially fond of moments when all of these come together;
What was your biggest dream as a teenager?

Alex: I was pretty stupid really. I just wanted to hang out with my friends and drink beer.

Like everyone, really.
Victoria: I definitely wondered about the future but I think I also just wanted to be in love. I just really wanted a boy to be in love with me. I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t happen.
Alex (laughing): And it will never happen!


Victoria (laughing): Yeah, I just wanted to kiss and make out basically.

Excerpt from 'SUP Magazine 22, Beach House interview by Laura Martin, photography by David Ellison.

Monday, August 2, 2010

We were, like many notable creatures like Barack Obama and Louis Armstrong, and maybe even this pair of free spirited dudes, born on August 4th. If you happen to be in Brooklyn, please join us in celebrating our first birthday at Enid's this Wednesday from 7 pm.
We will be making out all the time.
- You wanna make out too much.
- Did you just hear what you said?
There is no such thing. That's like saying you wanna breath too much.

To be fair, the guy said he was an asshole from the beginning. We do not fully agree, but there is definitely a fine line between that and being plain stupid.
Because RSVP-ing is not your thing.