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Don't be afraid to turn night into day. Here I am again - early or late?

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b l u e + g r e e n

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ellamoe.com is mine!

What I have yet to decide is the name of this blog - shall it still be a Skerries? (I might talk of the Skerrie universe some time, or what it might have been, because I'm not sure it ever became what was intended.)

On another note, the blues and greens of the movie The Guard have lingered within. It has a good Almodóvar goes Twin Peaks feel visually. It's the second film that I've watched in a short time that has done Westerns in a new setting. I like.

(And my portfolio has two new'uns.)

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m o n k e y . f a c e . a n s i k t e

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Every cafe should have a cute monkey dog that keeps the customers warm and that listens to our ramblings without judgment or input. This little fella wrapped Emelie around its paw during our visit a cold autumnal evening.

Monkey face ansikte is so much more than a beginners English insult - it's a track too. Possibly my favourite Cynthia track.

Today is a difficult morning. Petty practical things aside, it seems our tiny home might be under invasion. Our bodies have been marked.

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r a d a r

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"Manual in boat maintenance" and "Radar at Sea", two of my father's books. 

I kept them for their beautiful covers. I have no personal memories attached to them.

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p r e m a t u r e

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Listening to Tommy Lee Jones tell this dream in No Country for Old Men made me smell snow, sharp and sweet:

"...it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin' through the mountains of a night. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin'. Never said nothin' goin' by. He just rode on past...

And he had his blanket wrapped around him and his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin' fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. 'Bout the color of the moon.

And in the dream I knew that he was goin' on ahead and he was fixin' to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there."

The clip is YouTube:able here, it's a perfect end. Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal, a song oh so Christmas:y. Good Christmas:y.

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h e a v e n

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"My father always said, at the right moment, you have to do what nobody expects."

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I revisited Heaven last night. The Glenn and I took part of a broken DVD.

How the man who made this could butcher up Perfume I will never understand.

Have a lovely two day holiday! We enjoy having no plans. No plans for two days.
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l o u i e - l o u i e

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Sundays are slow coffee, cold weather, best of friends, tofu sandwiches, Indian nibbles, photo editing in the dark and movies in bed. 

Today is something entirely different - opera rehearsals and a course in copy. Scratch that. A course in copy it is.

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KLARA

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These buildings and streets are long gone, and I wonder, is it sentimental to grieve the demolition of Klara? It happened before I was born. Is it the demolition that gives Klara its magic? What would it be without it, is impossible to say.

I prefer these winding streets to today's Sthlm city center.
And Klara is far more beautiful a name than City.

History in short (very short):
1933 Sthlm arranged for an international city planning competition. Legends like Alvar Aalto and Le Corbusiers competed. (Studying contemporary aesthetics I was told Le Corbusiers upon visiting Stockholm said that everything should be torn down except for the castle - that is a square box.) 1952 the demolition began, in the 70's the new city center was finished.

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Where this shopping street once was is today...

...this street. (Pic link.) Imagine.

TTV photos taken of photos found at Stockholmskällan.
Links to view the original photos in full - they are beautiful:

Pic 1. Brunkebergstorg 11. Photographer: Unknown, 1896.

Pic 2. Brunkebergstorg. Photographer: Lennart af Peterséns, 1950.

Pic 3. Hotel Gillet, Brunkebergstorg 15. Photographer: Anton Blomberg, 1898-1902.

Pic 4. Brunkebergstorg. Photographer: Unknown, 1899.

Pic 5.  Malmtorgsg 5. Photographer: Gunnar Lantz, April 1st 1952.

Pic 6. Norra Smedjeg 24. Photographer: Lennart af Peterséns, 1967.

Pic 7. Drottningg 43. Photographer: Lennart af Peterséns, 1952.

Pic 9. Drottningg 45. Photographer: Lennart af Peterséns, 1961.

Article on the regulation of Norrmalm - Swedish Wikipedia.

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FANDANGO

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Did most hippie bridal dresses look like 80's horror film nighties?

Photos of Fandango (1985).

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s u n s h i n e

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In Colombia Maria broke a blossoming twig off of a plant winding down the side of a house. It was a Dancing Lady, each flower the size of a woman's nail, and I fell in love a bit. In circles of precision it's called Oncidium Cheirophorum, but it's a name I think you should say quietly.



On another note - I hope it's no mood breaker - I google:d myself for the first time since marriage and name change.
1. Filmbasen 2. Vimeo 3. Facebook 4. Grafiskt forum 5. Hitta 6. Pinterest. It's okay.

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Like sunlight I store my D-vitamins under my eye lids. It seems summer was spent in a car.

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m o r d o r

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In the car I kept thinking: The High Coast could be Italy, like a dark Mordor riviera.

We didn't stop until Hörnefors, where we had disgusting nausea inducing falafels with pink burger sauce - .

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c a s t l e . i n . t h e . c l o u d s

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"...sikten vidgades och horisonten flög emot henne som ett tungt hotfullt moln, kantigt till konturerna och djupgrått till färgen. Inte förrän det började bära uppåt blev molnet till väldiga murar..."

- Stieg Trenter - Tolfte knappen (1965). I google translate:d the outtake for (shits and) giggles. It makes little sense.

Today is a Monday. I've dreamt eerie dreams of keeping ladybirds alive in crowded streets and woke up with a sense of their stench inside of me. Yesterday I watched Apflickorna - She Monkeys. Stepping out of the cinema a loud part of the audience seemed to be in unison that the movie was incomprehensible. The dialogue bad! What - was that the ending?! I didn't get anything! ( Ja ba va de slutet - ! Ja ja fatta ingenting! ) People were so upset I kept thinking wow, you had quite a cinematic experience right now, didn't you?

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ELSIE'S GOT MY HEART TOO

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"Ball!"

Since Tuesday I've had the sensation that every day is a Friday, every day has started the weekend, except that... no. What do you do?

I like the first, the last and oh, the Colouroïd track too - ! - in this free for you to listen to, singles compilation. I'm biased, yeah.
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