Sunday, January 31, 2010

The difference is that these young people take it for granted that they're going to get whatever they want, and that we almost always took it for granted that we shouldn't.

Only, I wonder - the thing one's so certain of in advance: can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?

First published in 1920, The Age of Innocence certainly confirms the very familiar concept of history repeating. But Edith Wharton wasn't a fan of "that kind of innocence, the innocene that seals the mind against imagination and the heart against experience." Neither are we. Let's stick to the wildy beating hearts.
The Post's list of New York's most eligible bachelors is quite a disappointment. The main character trait leading up to desirability seems to be a fat wallet instead of an irresistible smile. We are still trying to figure out this American obsession with money, but maybe if the feeling of having $138 billion (like the man above has) is like kissing among a whirlwind of snowflakes, we might be a bit closer to reaching an understanding.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Spending some time with Murakami made us realize that these natural disasters cannot possibly ravage the Earth without bringing at least some awe-inspiring love along the way.

In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains - flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado's intensity doesn't abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor Wat, incinerating an Indian jungle, tigers and all, transforming itself into a Persian desert sandstorm, burying an exotic fortress city under a sea of sand. In short, a love of truly monumental proportions.
Our new favorite professor welcomed us to class by saying; "You've all heard that there is no such thing as stupid questions. And that's true. Because you won't ask them."

So, we'll just keep our mouths shut, ears open and possibly listen to some good looking music.
We have to admit being a bit harsh to the Motherland lately. And our hearts softened somewhat when reading an old interview of the band with an unsurpassable name - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart.
Tell me about going to Sweden for the first time!
Alex: It managed to exceed expectations, which I didn't think was even possible.
What were your expectations?
Alex: Just that literally everyone would be hot and nice and awesome. And they were all those things, and wasted, too. It was kind of unbeatable.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

New favorite charmer - Carl Barat.
Confused? Frustrated? Misunderstood? Handsome?
Give us a call.
Diana Vreeland knew what she was talking about when stating that "Pink is the navy blue of India". She also said; "The only real elegance is in the mind; if you've got that, the rest really comes from it."

This gentleman not only know how to dress in complementary colors but most definitely possess a brilliant psyche, too.
Because you look like a sweetheart, even in the back light.
We are not pro-violence or negativity in any way, but sometime, just sometimes, we agree with the way that this beauty behaves.
Ah, Swedish men. Or Stockholmers to be precise. You surely know how to treat girls and behave like gentlemen. Our favorites from tonight must be; "Sure, we can make out the next time I'm coming to New York City, or in 35-40 years" or comparable with the even less diplomatic "You need to chill".

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Because, besides being handsome, it looks like you've got a sense of humor. And that's all we're asking for, really.
The term "cheesy" does not have an equivalent in Swedish, and that might explain why we can't walk around saying things like "What's your name? Besides beautiful."

On the other hand, the English language lacks the Swedish word "glassigt", which means ice-creamy and is, in a sense, a cheesy expression for things good and smooth.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

We love a guy who can pose in front of the camera, and what pleasure to drown in those brown eyes. We can't wait to walk around in preppy outfits, eat lobster for lunch and have cocktails on the porch of our summer house in Montauk. After you've become an indie-electronic millionaire, that is.
He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Oh, yes. We too wanna be wrapped up in a blanket of shooting stars and sunlight. It might not be Lady Chatterley's Lover taking a nap above, but D.H. Lawrence's character certainly has some wonderful points in the 1928 novel.

"Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right. It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy."

Sunday, January 17, 2010

There is saying that when your ear turns red, someone is thinking about you. There is also a saying that the only way to survive winter is to embrace it, and put your arms around something warm, good-looking and curly haired.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

"Hold on for a second. Let me just finish this very important sea shell conference call, and I'll kiss you all over as soon as I have touched based/reached out/BS-ed enough with Triton."
Even if awkward/anti-social do not make the list of most desirable traits in a man, American boys are still our favorites.
And there is not enough men wearing shorts this time of the year.
We're huge fans of the Cosby Sweater, or colorful designs in general. Although not sure what this Native America/Mayan pattern is called, it sure goes well with those kind, brown eyes and long lashes of yours.
Because we love downtown boys who bike, and cabbage is such a versatile vegetable.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Sweden is probably the only country where returning citizens are greeted at the baggage claim by a huge sign saying;
"Welcome home! Long to get away already?"

Instead, an extraordinary alien suggested; "Welcome home to the Swedish men! Who aren't afraid to call themselves feminists and are secure enough in the manliness to be openly vain, likes long walks, outdoor activities and knows that smoking weed every day will eventually make you plain stupid."

Nah, we know that Swedish men are beautiful, kind and decent, but they are also terrified of opening up their hearts and sometime too equal to even approach a woman. And the desire to have a little pretty wife and watch flat screen TV's until they die of boredom or while renovating the kitchen for the third time, does not rhyme well with our philosophy.

Let us instead quote a loud American male sitting behind us on the airport train; "If I'm gonna be with someone, I want it to be spectacular."

Because you were actually suggested to us a blog-worthy by a very reliable source, but it wasn't until we saw you in a Polish night club with your leather jacket sleeves rolled up and all Saved By The Bell-ish, that we realized how very attractive you are.
We were leaving the building as the plot to make out with a guy at every New Year's Eve party made itself known.
Pretending to have lost our mittens, we ran up the stairs to this handsome man we had been talking to earlier.

- Oh, I think I forgot to kiss you.
- Okay.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Because using the word "fucking" as emphasis sounds best if it comes from gorgeous German photographers raised on Brit pop.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

You blow our minds, New York, with this all-day-buffet of dudes, drinks and dancing. Too busy living it, less time dreaming about it, in the empire state of making out.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Because nothing beats a borough of smiling, hot beard-os, and boy, do we love those Brooklyn guys.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Because if Johnny Depp was Mexican he would look like you, and we have never seen anyone sporting a fake mustache with equal candour.
Here is a tip from one of our favorite friends: "It is not about "seducing" men. It is more about learning to handle your liquor."

In one sense there's a valid point there, but we're aiming at the daytime, sitting-next-to-someone-in-a-plane ensnaring. Still, it is more valid advice than the completely revolutionary How to Seduce a Man: Be a Sexy Alpha Female; "Rule 4. Have your own mind and provide mental stimulation."