Hungover, happy and making apple cake.
Drunk, happy and newly graduated opinion former at the danish center left think tank Cevea.
Nervous and happy at my talented tailor friend‘s apartment the day before the exam.
I just got back to Aarhus after a hectic and very lovely weekend in Copenhagen, and I am happy to read in
my two readers your comments that I am not the only one who is, more or less subconsciously, moving toward a color less wardrobe.
Right now I am reading a Vogue article about the english queen who apparently doesn’t care what people think about her color fetish (remember: Everytime you see a rainbow God is having gay sex:))