Many of my friends are turning 30 this year, and suddenly it seems that a lot of events you consider pretty recent, actually happened 5-10 years ago. That old cliche, that "time moves faster as you get older", is actually true. Anyway. As we are getting older, so are our friendships :). Last week we celebrated the birthday of one of our favorite gang-members, Diana. We've been friends for ten years this year, but it seems like it was only yesterday that I met her for the first time and she encouraged me to get my tongue pierced, just as she had done the week before that. Diana and I and our friend Pone have lived together in many different constellations over the years and have spent thousands of hours together doing this and that and just nothing, reading books and watching TV for 15 hours straight. They are the kind of friends you can hang out with for an entire afternoon without talking at all. Like family.

I decided to make her a smaller version of the three of us, hanging out on her bookshelf indefinitely. This way we can always be together, even when our "grownup" lives take us to different places. Yes it might sound a bit cheesy, but it seems I get cheesier with every year that passes (and I might as well embracing that!).



and the birthday girl.

Pone is reading about coq au vin in The art of french cooking.

I'm reading a gossip magazine (just like we always used to, when we where roommates back in the day).

And Diana is reading Sense & Sensibility. One of those clothbound new editions (of old classics) from Pinguin (check them out if you haven't, they are gorgeous!).

Best friends.


Cup of tea?

In the last couple of years I have finally become a real tea-drinker. I used to love the idea of tea, but found the actual drinking kind of boring. Too quiet and kind, if you know what I mean? Not as dark and dangerous as coffee (yeah, I'm a wild child :). But I liked the ritual so much. I probably got the idea planted in my mind from watching movies (that is often the case with me). Drinking sweet tea on a porch in the American south (like in Georgia) surrounded by endless cornfields. Or drinking afternoon tea with ladies in stiff, fancy dresses i 19th century London. Or even slowly moving a slice of lemon with a silver spoon from one side to the other of a clear cup of tea, while watching the iceberg approach on the Titanic. Yes, it's a lot to expect from just one cup of tea, especially when you're still sitting at the same old kitchen table while drinking it. Anyhow. I've got the routine down now. 

At the moment I only drink some kind of herbal mint-tea.

And since I sort of stopped drinking coffee at the beginning of this year (and can't do anything in moderation) I now drink about a dozen cups of it a day. I really hope there aren't any longterm side effects in the case of excessive intake, because then I might be in trouble.

Maybe it would be better if the serving sizes were a little bit smaller.

- Cup of tea, anyone?


Illustrations for Re:public

A couple of weeks ago I made these illustrations for a magazine called Re:public. The article is about the REVA project. (The abbreviation REVA stands for Legal Certainty and Effective Enforcement, and seeks to boost the effectiveness of enforcement of deportations). The operation is carried out by the Swedish police together with the Swedish prison service and migration service. 

These kind of stories/articles are usually illustrated with documentary type photographs, and of course in this case that was not possible since it is about people living in hiding, who need to remain anonymous. But I tried to create a couple of scenes, and photograph them from different angles in a way that would be similar to documentary news-photography. I really like how you can get so many photos and details from just one built illustration. In a way this technique is as time-efficient, as it is time consuming.