How Very Down To Urth of Ya'll

A little sum-sum-thin' from CPH Fashion Week.

Running a little, due to high heels and a runny nose, However, here's an ode

My first encounter with Alexander McQueen was back in 2005, when I uprooted my roots and moved to the big California. I had plenty of guilty pleasures; In n' Out Burger, Taco-Bell, huge burito'es and Oreoes (mostly food) - but whenever I enjoyed my guilty pleasure(s) - I sat with a bunch of tabloid magazines - US magazine, Star, People, OK! etc. etc. - and looked at the overly exposed celebs, and found out how NOT interesting it was to see them pumping gas. What did come across to me, and the reason why I continued buying these weekly magazines, was the fashion. At this time Lindsay Lohan was getting it on with everyone in LA, and was skinny as a skinny bitch, but she did seem to have one thing together - her sense of style/fashion. Along with Nicole Richie they strutted along Robertson Boulevard with their Balenciaga city bags, and their SKULL-scarfs. I loved both items, mostly the scarf! So when I came back to Copenhagen for a short little visit, I hunted down the only shop in Denmark who had the scarfs - and since then, I've been a true fan!!
Thursday - last week, I was running around like a maniac, hating to play important and be important, during Copenhagen Fashion Week, and in the middle of running around and playing S*p*i*e -goodshoes, I had a moment where I drank my coffee and checked out the daily gossip on people.com. And I was stunned, out of breath and completely in chock when I read that the great Lee McQueen was found dead in his London home.
He was one of the few designers who truly pushed boundaries, who was completely in his own universe, and followed no rules. He was a great inspiration, and will become a true legend.
Most artists - the great ones, whether them being in the artistic world or the fashion world, have had a tendency to be a bit neurotic, depressive, manic or just plain wierd - but I do believe that some of these character-traits is what makes their work so incredibly great. Mr. Lee, I hope you'll rest in peace, that you're satisfied and proud; proud of what you did and contributed with!

Penicilin, Moving-trucks, Chamomile-tea and a swollen sore Throat!

So, I've been sick for 4 days now, and have been laying in bed, sweating like a dog, and feeling extremely sorry for myself, so sorry I actually cried in front of a doctor. And in the middle of being very very sick (I don't remember feeling like this since I returned home from Uganda in 2004), I have to move, I guess the term "have" is me exagerrating, cause I'm not getting kicked out, actually I'm moving to, what I predict will be my little piece of heaven. In less than 24 hours I'll be sitting in my new apartment, looking at my city, and yay for that!!
However, watching my parents pack down my stuff, it made me think about how much my apartment has witnessed, and the memories it beholds, and the memories I know have to memorize, because I will not be reminded of them, every day.
Whenever my mood was up, way up, or down, way down, the apartment 'listened' so faithfully. The little place, my little hide-away as I used to call it has seen me transform, and I so wish walls could speak some times. It really does make me realize that it will be kinda hard closing the door tomorrow for the last time.
But fuck it, its a new era, and I'm excited!
As Kanye says - TO THE SKY!