colour my world

i've got a new blog (i know what you're thinking, "another one...?"), but a different one. you could call it my high quality blog. anyway, i'd be glad if You pay a visit - don't wait, do it today. now.

bienvenue!

anita, my love

photo/location: riitta natri©/filmhuset, stockholm

we're gonna party like it's you birthday.

yesterday was what beyoncé would have called the b-day. anita ekbergs birthday. and hey, i was there. in fact it was mama and i and the rest of swedens so called elite. no big brother contestants or faces known from some cheezy soap opera, no, just the elite - and mama and i.
the paparazzis went wild when the seventyfiveyearold diva appeared on the red carpet leading in to filmhuset (home of the swedish film institute), giving a short press conference before some white wine and mingling. i was mesmerised. i couldn't stop staring at her, where she sat some two metres away. there she was. my mentor. my muse. my inspiration.
later she was interviewed by stina lundberg dabrowski (she's met them all), and for everyone who wasn't there: you really missed something! she talked about her men, her looks, her movies, fellini, how fontana di trevi is HER fountain, how howard hughes told her to fix her nose, teeth and breasts - and how she told him to fuck off, about todays so called stars whom she wouldn't call stars (go anita, go anita!) ..
the party didn't end there. she came back later on (given standing ovations for the third time that day) to present la dolce vita, the film that captivates everything that she truely is - the woman of creation, the mother, the sister, the mistress, the home, home...

home sweet home

there's no place like home.

came home tonight. late dinner with mama and papa which means storytelling (a lot of catching up) and fabulous food. we love food. that's for certain. i'm home for a special reason. but more about that tomorrow. Tomorrow!

i'm like a child on boxing day.

artistic decline

i found this interesting slideshow conserning fashion photography and thought i'd share it with you. i love to read articles (book tip: in our own image, fred ritchin) about wheter photography is to consider as art or not (i think you know where i stand), and though karen lehman might be right in some ways she's wrong in others. what do you think? is modern fashion photography just dull and more important - can we call it art?

i have some fun projects coming up and i'll publish the results right here. for a tease i could mention that one of them's called red light district® . i'm scandalous.

mouse hunt

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one day a mouse found its way into my house. the little mouse ran around and slept in what he found. then one day the little mouse came in the way of my new shoes and onetwothree the little mouse was gone.

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animal instinct

my name is deetah. i love the character of samantha jones in 6anddasCity as well as the coats seen on anita ekberg in the late 50ies but haven't found That djungle fever. until today that is. at 5 pm i found myself doing da vogue at the local mall, trying on this wonderful coat. go on, try it on yourself! location: lindex/sweden

welcome to pleasantville

isn't this the most awful postcard you've ever seen? i found some strange views while touristing in finland.

location: turku/finland