We've Recognized it?

Shady Wednesday at B-Bar

Ludde ordered the burger

Philip ordered Avocado Salad but got so jealous at Ludde's burger that he ordered it too

If there's one person who is absolutely wonderful in this world it is Marissa

Three different kind of beers + white wine (girl).


I missed capturing our lovely waiter, Rob, but he was great. This is Ludde representing greatness instead.

Then Henrik and Alexandra plus crew swooshed by and later on out. We were mature enough to call it a night though

Philip got a haircut and the other dude worked out

Pumped up and ready for 0.8mm of difference

The dude that never stopped talking once

The dude who decided it was workout time

The dude that decided that he wanted "the same 'line' that the barber had"

Wonderful place btw. No joke. Almost made me rethink my being-my-own-best-barber. Almost.

Wonderful effort

Sandwich

From fuckyeahdementia of course.

Escape through your window

Canal St in 1942 (with cobblestones!)

Wood does the most awesomest things

Obviously stolen (borrowed) from lunatic genius Jon.

Propellerplane across the Atlantic Ocean

Don't know where, how and why I met Ivanka Trump but I'm in her plane. An old classic propellerplane. We're flying below radar, of course, and I'm switching between napping (want to be fully rested when I arrive) and partying (wanna seize this opportunity to party with Ivanka) and excitement knows no limits as I'm flying forward. Surreal speed.

We touch ground and she offers me ride in her limo, sure thang and we're off. As I approach the pub we're everyone's at I'm in between calling them outside so they can see this spectacle, and literally running into the pub and exchange hugs, love, kisses, screaming, WTF's, drinks and more drinks.
It is epic. Absolutely epic. And exactly as it should be.
It is also a new personal best and first time I smiled since yesterday.

OK last negativity

Totally forgot to throw the last log to the fire. This was also the weekend where I skipped a shoot in San Francisco with work to go to London. I did what you're not supposed to do. Prioritized friends/fun before work. And now, nothing.

That also summarizes the end of a negative-era beyond limits. Well aware there's nothing to do about it now. Done is done. Let's move on. Grief for a while but it's time to look ahead. But goddamnfuckingod I miss my boys.

I am the most depressed man in New York

I have been planning for and looking forward to this trip for three months. No detail's been too insignificant. Still remember annoying the shit out of my friends from back home about which outfit to wear, plans for day activities and how (where) we'd see all the football games (rustic British pubs). I've just been beyond excited. New and different goosebumps discoveries every day.

Don't miss Stockholm that much but am dying to see my friends. This was the perfect opportunity. Molly & Thomas epic 30-year old party in London that everyone was going to. No must-do's (like going home means) just enjoy being guest and spend time with the people you love the most. All while having the best time of your entire life. Funny (not really) how I was texting Erik on my way up Broadway to meet Ludde and Philip for beers yesterday and just contemplated on that exact fact; wonderful night in New York with good friends - but that all I could think of was that I was soon so soon in London with them.

Then fucking Eyjafjallajökull woke up. Big time. Then I. With a clustered inbox. Nothing made sense. Volcano. Ash. Planes. Airport. Fucked. Iceland. WTF!?! First I couldn't even grasp it. Whatthefuckisgoingon. And why. Then I slowly started to understand that the trip would probably be canceled and mentally started preparing for not going (this is the worse part). But I still brought my damn bag to the office - optimism travels with me. Called the airline, who - this is true - two hours before I had to leave the office gave me green light. "Your flight is scheduled to depart. You're good to go, Mr. Beckett." Well thank you very god damn much, I remember thinking before I was absolutely crazily amped up again. Motherfuckingyeshurrah! Started texting, chatting and typing emails quicker than a shagging rabbit - and again true story - seriously thought I was going. I am now mentally already traveling, touched ground and sitting in a shady pub anywhere in London with my friends drinking pints of beer. Just a minor physical transportation was now required.

Five minutes before I should've left the office I called them again - just to verify - not to ask - that all was going OK and that my flight was still departing as miraculously planned.

Never seen an own goal in basketball before

Ignition of hope has been lit

Still no confirmation that my flight is actually canceled. Fact is - it's actually scheduled for departure. (Even though Heathrow is closed - but that's a later issue.) Now the downhill is that all friends who was supposed to fly in from Stockholm are probably stuck there. They were like 85% of the reason I'm going so that almost sucks a bit. Even though I should be joying of joy.

I'm supposed to fly to London tonight

What. The Fuck. Are the odds of a fucking volcano erupts on fucking Iceland and causes airplane trouble beyond reasonable limits. Seriously. Can we just fucking shoot and kill Iceland. Without causing any ash-clouds.

You know...

You've done an awesome job with your own -made haircut when following conversation occurs:

"Hey have you cut your hair?"
"Yeh."
"Why?"

Ehrm... wow.

"KIM KEEVER's large-scale photographs are created by meticulously constructing miniature topographies in a 200-gallon tank, which is then filled with water. These dioramas of fictitious environments are brought to life with colored lights and the dispersal of pigment, producing ephemeral atmospheres that he must quickly capture with his large-format camera."

Check out more of Kevin's work right here. From @brainpicker

It's flowering and greening

We love that.

I'd say Google Earth 3-D looks pretty darn mighty cool

Attention please, girls

Don't ask me what I was doing at the Sartorialist.

Gay men and I

This is something that never ever fails. When I’m walking on the street – men check me out. Not look or glance. But check me out. The way I – unintentionally might occasionally – check out women. So I know the look.

It. Never. Fails.

It’s almost comical because pretty much everyone does it. It doesn’t matter if it’s the obvious gay with cut-off jeans-short-shorts and too tight white/rainbow colored tank top or the guy whose talking a stroll with his pretty wife and dog, you encounter. They all give me their steamiest “sssssuup, how you doing” look.

Sometimes I take the Sunday walks with Oskar and he can’t stop laughing about it. Forcing me trying not to look up just to ignore the awkward confrontation. Of course I can’t help myself and is always greeted by the a little bit too polite/long/intense/tempting stare they give me. Sometimes couples approach me and – as always – I give the woman a fair and proper inspection before the courtesy glance at the dude to make sure he’s not offended. And nope. He doesn’t seem to be too annoyed as his glance says he’s looking hungry and ready to trade her for boy any day.

This is how you elevate a quite boring (but "adorable") cat video

Thanks a lot Ludvig for showing me this

Adding up to the already full roster of decisions to buy. Cheers.

Human Tetris

Watching movies backwards

All thanks to Jon and this site.

Buy, buy, buy or buy?

Thanks to Ludde I'm now in serious contemplating regarding which spring/summer jacket I ought to buy that I don't need. Showed them to me friends back home and got comments such as, "Prison" and plain old "lol". If you want you can check them out here.