dear mom and dad,
yesterday I went for a walk and ended up in an area called omontesando.
omontesando is known for expensive shopping and famous architecture...
and as you know architecture is not only about exterior, therefore I also went inside to take a look at the
interior design of the buildings. inside I found myself surrounded by clothes, beautiful clothes.
please send more money.
love you
søndag 9. mars 2008
onsdag 5. mars 2008
one thing I don`t get.
there are approximately 17,5 million ladypeople in greater tokyo.
I`ve only seen 1 pregnant woman!
where do all this cute/kawaii kids come from?
yes, that`s scary...I think japanese kids are so incredible cute.
I like to think it`s because they have cool clothes.
back to something else.
ehe...pictures anyone?
yes, and also.
since I don`t speak japanese, I don`t understand what people are saying.
obviously. when japanese people are talking on the phone they say a lot of yes.
so the conversation would go like this;
moshimoshi!
atelier wuandes (they say wuandes instead of bow-wow, don`t ask. and it`s probably not written correct)
blablabla taka, hai.
hai..haihai...hmm...hmm..ah!
hai....hahai,hai.
eh..oooh..haihai.
hai.
and then they hang up.
for me, as a norwegian hai is 1. a shark or 2. slang for hello.
so the conversation would for me go like this;
moshimoshi!
wuandes.
hello..hellohello...hmm..hmm...ah!
hello..hehello,hello.
eh..oooh...hellohello.
hello.
or;
moshimoshi!
wuandes.
shark..sharkshark..hmm...hmm..ah!
shark...shshark,shark.
eh..ooh..sharkshark.
shark.
I think this is veryvery funny.
every time.
here are some pictures from the weekend, and also more from my way to work...again.
mandag 3. mars 2008
søndag 2. mars 2008
le baron
ok,
last night Sanna and I went out to this club/bar called Le Baron, we bought supplies of alcohol and chips for the subwayride to Gaienmae station, we had to change trains at Shibuya. When we got there it turned out that the metro to Gaienmae had stopped for the night. That`s a strange thing about Tokyo, the metro (under ground) and jr line (above street level) stop around 00.30 am. That`s like Oslo. Crazy.
Taxi was the answer, as always.
I had dressed up like an old lady, with my "glasses", cardigan and light blue eyeshadow.
I`ve really started to think that my brain is older than my body in general. Maybe that test on the internet actually didn`t lie..shit. Then I`m old.
Le Baron was superdark, so on my way to the toilet the first time, I managed to walk straight into a wall, and miss the stairs, people probably just thought I was extremely drunk. When you finally gets to the toilet, all the walls are covered in reflecting black tiles, so if you haven`t lost your ability to navigate before you got to the toilet, you will definitily do it then. As I was standing in line, a girl comes in and throws up in the sink. I remember thinking I was impressed with the fact that she found the place.
Japanese people are cool.
They don`t talk much, but when they do, they go right down to business.
And they use the "L"-word a lot. A normal conversation starts out with;
Hi, where you from?
What`s your name?
And then;
I love you.
Of course, some of them talks english, but even then the conversations tends to end up lost in translation.
Today I woke up laughing, because I remembered a situation from last night, I was talking to a very small japanese guy, half my size in every direction. He`s a "photomaker", previously he had a job, but he was to lazy, so now he lives back home with his parents. He gave me his card,( They all have businesscards! And they hand them out like flyers..amazing. Very into networking obviously) and asked if we could be together. Naive as I am, I thought he ment hang out, so I got enthusiastic and said something like; yeah, what about next week? Then he said; No, after party. And I got the picture. Haha, he must have thought I was really wierd, what kind of person have to check their agenda to "be together" after talking at a club. My antennas are rusty. Maybe he got this thing for big girls...
I also met a fascinating guy from New York. He looked as he was 35 years old, but it turned out that he was 24.
He had a beard. But I shouldn`t be the one to talk, with my outfit I looked 72 years old. The most fascinating thing about him, was the fact that he had the same expression on his face the whole evening, even when he smiled.
And he didn`t take his jacket or scarf off..at a club.
Taxi home, sushi from the 24 hours grocerystore and to bed.
Hangover today. As usual, works like a Swiss clock all over the world, from New York to Tokyo.
Pictures will follow.
last night Sanna and I went out to this club/bar called Le Baron, we bought supplies of alcohol and chips for the subwayride to Gaienmae station, we had to change trains at Shibuya. When we got there it turned out that the metro to Gaienmae had stopped for the night. That`s a strange thing about Tokyo, the metro (under ground) and jr line (above street level) stop around 00.30 am. That`s like Oslo. Crazy.
Taxi was the answer, as always.
I had dressed up like an old lady, with my "glasses", cardigan and light blue eyeshadow.
I`ve really started to think that my brain is older than my body in general. Maybe that test on the internet actually didn`t lie..shit. Then I`m old.
Le Baron was superdark, so on my way to the toilet the first time, I managed to walk straight into a wall, and miss the stairs, people probably just thought I was extremely drunk. When you finally gets to the toilet, all the walls are covered in reflecting black tiles, so if you haven`t lost your ability to navigate before you got to the toilet, you will definitily do it then. As I was standing in line, a girl comes in and throws up in the sink. I remember thinking I was impressed with the fact that she found the place.
Japanese people are cool.
They don`t talk much, but when they do, they go right down to business.
And they use the "L"-word a lot. A normal conversation starts out with;
Hi, where you from?
What`s your name?
And then;
I love you.
Of course, some of them talks english, but even then the conversations tends to end up lost in translation.
Today I woke up laughing, because I remembered a situation from last night, I was talking to a very small japanese guy, half my size in every direction. He`s a "photomaker", previously he had a job, but he was to lazy, so now he lives back home with his parents. He gave me his card,( They all have businesscards! And they hand them out like flyers..amazing. Very into networking obviously) and asked if we could be together. Naive as I am, I thought he ment hang out, so I got enthusiastic and said something like; yeah, what about next week? Then he said; No, after party. And I got the picture. Haha, he must have thought I was really wierd, what kind of person have to check their agenda to "be together" after talking at a club. My antennas are rusty. Maybe he got this thing for big girls...
I also met a fascinating guy from New York. He looked as he was 35 years old, but it turned out that he was 24.
He had a beard. But I shouldn`t be the one to talk, with my outfit I looked 72 years old. The most fascinating thing about him, was the fact that he had the same expression on his face the whole evening, even when he smiled.
And he didn`t take his jacket or scarf off..at a club.
Taxi home, sushi from the 24 hours grocerystore and to bed.
Hangover today. As usual, works like a Swiss clock all over the world, from New York to Tokyo.
Pictures will follow.
lørdag 1. mars 2008
Hello people,
I`ve developed an addiction to vending machines, they are amazing. And extremely beautiful during the dark hours of the day, I think I posted a photo. I buy drinks all the time now, even though I `m not thirsty, some of the stuff is actually not that good, but it looks so damn nice. It`s an easy addiction to maintain, since you`ll find these vending machines everywhere.
The gas stations over here is also great, those things you use to fill up your car..what do you call them, pumps? Anyway, they hang from the roof!
I`ve never seen them in action, maybe I should hang out at gas stations more often.
I posted pictures of my latest work here in Tokyo, it`s a model in 1:25.
Strange scale, but japanese people do as they please.
It`s some sort of en exhibition piece, at Hayward Gallery in London.
Supercool from the inside. Yeah.
And don`t you think Toda/Kazuma san looks exactly like Jackie Chan?
A young Jackie I mean. He could easily be a stand-in. Walk the red carpet if the real Mr Chan is to busy.
Great part time job, bet you get paid good money as well.
Later today I`m going out-out for the first time,
Sanna is taking me to this club in Shibuya.
Sanna is a swedish girl who stays at my place for a couple of weeks.
I got 9 square meters...halleluja.
She`s a clubphotographer, and she`s always on the guestlist.
I`ve done my shopping...grandmaglasses without the glass.
That means just the frame basically.
I`ve developed an addiction to vending machines, they are amazing. And extremely beautiful during the dark hours of the day, I think I posted a photo. I buy drinks all the time now, even though I `m not thirsty, some of the stuff is actually not that good, but it looks so damn nice. It`s an easy addiction to maintain, since you`ll find these vending machines everywhere.
The gas stations over here is also great, those things you use to fill up your car..what do you call them, pumps? Anyway, they hang from the roof!
I`ve never seen them in action, maybe I should hang out at gas stations more often.
I posted pictures of my latest work here in Tokyo, it`s a model in 1:25.
Strange scale, but japanese people do as they please.
It`s some sort of en exhibition piece, at Hayward Gallery in London.
Supercool from the inside. Yeah.
And don`t you think Toda/Kazuma san looks exactly like Jackie Chan?
A young Jackie I mean. He could easily be a stand-in. Walk the red carpet if the real Mr Chan is to busy.
Great part time job, bet you get paid good money as well.
Later today I`m going out-out for the first time,
Sanna is taking me to this club in Shibuya.
Sanna is a swedish girl who stays at my place for a couple of weeks.
I got 9 square meters...halleluja.
She`s a clubphotographer, and she`s always on the guestlist.
I`ve done my shopping...grandmaglasses without the glass.
That means just the frame basically.
mandag 25. februar 2008
søndag 24. februar 2008
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