What do you wear when you need something that's practical, hard-wearing and versatile? Something that needs to be comfortable on both a hot summer afternoon and a cold summer night, that you can layer other garments under, looks good and is fun to wear but not fragile or sensitive to stains, dirt and dust?

The obvious answer is a home-made nun's habit. )

This is an early 80's sort-of-cover of a Swedish revue number dating back to 1940, same refrain but different lyrics all about how much fun there is to be had in Moscow, and a new romantic dancefloor classic where I come from. Great one for shouting along with at the top of your lungs around half past two in the morning, and loaded with nostalgia for me. Isn't it great? Michael Dee - Hurra Hurra Vad Det Är Roligt I Moskva.

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( Jul. 26th, 2008 11:11 pm)
We're leaving for Sundsvall tomorrow morning, staying the night with my grandmother, and then on to Kesudalen on Monday. Will be back in two weeks or so - it depends on the weather. I'm going to do enormous amounts of reading, jigsaw puzzles and crosswords, and we're keeping our fingers crossed for cloudberries and chanterelles as well...

This is a vintage advertising poster for the long closed boarding house in Kesudalen - it looks 50's to me, which was when the place had it's heyday. The old owner was quite a character, apparently, they had a yearly easter masquerade to which he always dressed as a pirate captain. The house has been standing empty for as long as I can remember, slowly rusting to pieces, but his children and grandchildren have recently restored it and are now using it as a private cabin. It's a nice house, big and rambling, in a sort of alpine chalet style with a fantastic view over the valley from a big veranda at the front.

The poster is pinned up on a door in our cabin, and like most other things up there it's been there for as long as I can remember.
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( Jul. 22nd, 2008 09:51 pm)
A left for his post-apocalyptic LARP earlier today and I miss him already - not going to see him for a good three weeks, as I'm leaving for my summer vacation before he comes home. I'm looking forward to that very much, but getting through the few remaining days before we go feels rather dismal at the moment.

I'm going to Kesudalen, though. I spent all my childhood summers there, so I could go on and on about the place, but I'm trying to keep this firmly style-related, so instead I'll talk about how much interesting old junk that accumulates in a distant and primitive mountain cabin when it's been in the same family for over three generations, going on four - my maternal grandfather bought it together with my great-grandfather and a friend of his after WWII, for skiing, fishing and the like, and since you have to do a minimum of three kilometer's walking to get there from the car, nothing gets thrown away unless you absolutely have to.

So there are lots of things like these lying around, for example. Snow goggles, aluminium with brown leather and black elastic, no idea exactly how old, but old enough; decidedly not brought there by my mother or aunt, so one of the older generations. Vision is surprisingly good through them, those little slots are cunningly placed. They're upside down in this photo, though.
There are several different variations on the theme in the same drawer, but I thought these were the coolest as a fledgling rivethead and brought them down to Stockholm with me. They probably haven't seen much snow in the last forty years, but quite a few industrial clubs in the last twelve.

I was going to post some funny old photo of me being around 19 and too cool for school, wearing these goggles, but all I can find online are pictures of me being around 22 and making silly faces at the camera with an old friend, who used to borrow them a lot, and that doesn't cut it. I did find a bunch of physical photographs - you know, the kind printed on paper that no one bothers with anymore - but that demands a scanner, and I don't have access to one right now.

So I'm posting one photo of an experiment I did with a friend last summer instead, for lack of "authentic" pictures - we dressed up as ourselves in the late 90's, as near as we could, for a Blümchen-themed event at a local 90's club.
Picture after the cut. )
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( Dec. 26th, 2007 07:04 pm)
I saw this incredibly cute pair of punk girls in the subway today. They were in their late teens or early twenties and had matching mohawks, teased and fluffy and spikey rather than stiff and angular, and they made me remember how badly I wanted to shave the sides of my head when I was at that age.

I never did, though; I had a very short a-line bob with a side part back then and kept my neck very short, often buzzed and a few times shaved, but I never took the plunge and got the undercut I wanted. I'm not quite sure why I didn't; partly because I simply chickened out of it, I guess, partly because I have an amazing hairdresser whose judgement and skill I trusted too much to do that kind of drastic cut myself, and partly because I had this idea that what I really wanted was an undercut with really long hair on top, that I could wear in a braid, a bun or a ponytail.
My hair was quite short, and I really did love that short, angled bob with the side part, so I left well alone and figured that maybe one day I'd let my hair grow really long, and when it got long enough I'd Do It. (For some reason, the idea of getting a long hairpiece never occurred to me - this was in the mid- to late 90's, before the big fake hair explosion in the subculture.)

Now, ten years later, I have long hair and could Do It, all it takes is some precise parting, cutting and shaving, and I would have the haircut of my late teen dreams. The sad thing is that I don't really want an undercut anymore, even with the long hair I could have on top. It wouldn't match the person I am today, it wouldn't work with my style anymore and I rather enjoy having long hair - at least as long as it's safely confined in a pretty up-do.
I've had short hair for most of my life, so I don't romanticize my long hair very much; it's stylish and functional worn up, but a royal pain in the ass worn down, and if I didn't have great hair-pins and a fast and easy way of putting it up to fall back on I would have had it cut off years ago.

So, as stated, I don't want that undercut today, but I still wish that I had done it when I was 19. It's the one big style regret of my life.


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