Happy birthday Camikaze.

You are wonderful.

Casanova

I fought the War, but the War won.

Don't let it get to you though.

You are a shining light!

Elin comes from the Greek Helena which means LIGHT or TO SHINE.

Elin comes from Sweden. And when she goes out the environment seems to somehow light up.

Elin, we'd all Do you and Adore you.

Happy Birthday!

Am I getting sick of this? Oh No NO!

I have this faith in Canada. I guess that's Dragonette's fault. (Not Celine Dion).

Anonymous Brazilian Model

When Camikaze so kindly asked me to shoot some pictures of her friend, whose name is Anonymous Brazilian Model, I gladly said yes and we tried out some stuff in Viale Toscana and the rest of my shady neighbourhood. Yes, we do photos.

... turns out photoshopping is not my forte, but at least it was a learning experience. More pictures after the jump!

Improvising meant using some of my clothes as well. And I sure do hate it when people look that much better than me in them. I guess that's why they're models.

It's Friday, I'm in love.

And so it's Friday again, and I am desperately hoping to fall in love, although that's probably never gonna happen. Or maybe it's gonna happen. Or maybe I should just be studying and/or watch Gossip Girl, only to afterwards read about it on World of Wonder.

No really, let's all just fall in love and find our fucking soulmates and get it all the fuck over with. Or as Shakespeare would have said, "let's all get shitfaced!"

But honestly, I love Fridays. And since it is that day today, I'd like to wish you all a HAPPY FRIDAY!

Casanova. <3

Before you, my life was acapella.

Kelis, I sure remember back in the days when she came along with her big fat hair and screamed "I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! AAAAAAH!"

The song was called "Caught Out There" and it was on her first album, Kaleidoscope, which came out in 1999. Yes, I was a boy of ten years, but I guess that just means it made all much more impressive.

Now she's out with a new song, and like most contemporary artists she definitively found the drum machine and incorporated a whole bunch of electronic sounds. Yes, we've heard it before. Even Christina Aguilera is releasing a whole new image along the same lines.

Electronic beats are in fashion, and they sure help enhance some of the poor voices that they accompany. In fact, having a great voice doesn't seem to be da shit anymore.

Well, I think that's wrong... only because after hearing this song the breakbeats weren't what stuck in my brain. No, it was the unchanged voice of the never-aging diva that keep going on repeat, and they have for at least half an hour now.

And now that spring is here I hope someone can come and change my life that is oh so acapella...

God was there...

I remember watching Ida Maria in concert two summers ago at the Hove Festival. They used to make so much fun of her for going crazy on stage, and I remember I used to laugh and think she was nothing special, not even bothering to look her songs up.

. They used to make so much fun of her for going crazy on stage, and I remember I used to laugh and think she was nothing special, not even bothering to look her songs up.. They used to make so much fun of her for going crazy on stage, and I remember I used to laugh and think she was nothing special, not even bothering to look her songs up.

It was in Milan one night I was thinking about Norway, just youtube-ing random Norwegian artists that her name popped into my head again. And so I looked her up. Honestly, you don't find that much on the web by her, but for those of you that know her, you've probably heard Oh My God and I like you so much better when you're naked.

The song that, however, really struck me was Stella. Basically God comes down to earth for some companionship (oooh, blasphemy) and ends up choosing this 43-year old hooker that he comes to like so much he promises her the whole wide World if she only stays with him for one night.

"And it made me realize how much you wanna give away just to feel loved. And the Lord blinked to me and asked 'What is real love to you? What is fake and what is true?'"

We like to think of God as this omnipotent power, a someone or something that doesn't have the same craving for love and acceptance, unlike us. Well, what if he isn't? After all we keep on reading he created us in his image...

I don't know who you are, but you smell nice.

I don't even remember when this was, but I'm sure it was somewhere in Via Bellezza on my way to Camikaze's. I mean, there's not much else to write. The nose kind of speaks for itself.

Oh, shit! Battery?

How happy was I when the most darling Edoardo gave me his invite to go see Enrico Coveri this last Milan Fashion Week.

To be honest, the show was kind of Las-Vegas-meets-Russian-high-class-brothel, that is, style-wise. But it was very entertaining, they even had rappers and the runway was sprinkled in gold dust. Gold dust!

I even had good seats, I was there on time, I even took a f*ck*ng taxi to get there. Perfect, right?

Well, if you look at the photos, you'll notice that they're not exactly the usual quality. That's because I forgot my battery at home. Yes, at home.

Oh well, there will always be a next fashion week. People will always need new clothes.

Dog days?

Dog days?

According to Wikipedia the term "dog days" refers to the warmest days of Summer, mainly used in the Northern Hemisphere for the days between late July and September.
It derives from Latin dies caniculares. One thought the Dog Star, Sirius, was responsible for the heat, and hence the term DOG DAYS.

I could sure use some Dog Days right about now...

Leave all your love and your longing behind. You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

I don't know what little Florence is trying to say, but one phrase from the song really hit me hard. I guess it's just because I'm young, maybe because even if this is now my home, I always long somewhere, maybe to the place I was when I last loved?

And even if love is such a wonderful thing, it always leaves us longing for more. So if we left it behind, would life be at all easier or lighter? Or would we just turn into emotionless robots? And would that be better?

This Thursday's Popstarz @ Santa Tecla

THIS THURSDAY WE'LL BE DOING BARBIE-TURATES.

DRESS ALL BARBIE & KEN, HAVE SOME SURGERY AND BLOW YOUR HEADS UP.

SEE YOU THERE, FOR INFO CLICK HERE!

Popstarz Re-Opening @ Santa Tecla — Priests and Nuns

Do you see that smile? That's the smile of a naughty, naughty priest. A priest that is super happy POPSTARZ moved to SANTA TECLA. After all, it's closer to the church!

The legendary Gasoline Crew has now packed their bags from good old Punto G and settled for realz at Santa Tecla, a pass from Il Duomo. And considering our closest neighbours include one of the World's most famous cathedrals and a bunch of other religious buildings, what better way to celebrate the opening than throwing a theme party for PRIESTS & NUNS?!

We had a lot to do throughout the night, so we would like to thank Luca for helping us by snapping a good deal of great pictures. We hope we'll see you all at Santa Tecla in the future!

Take a closer look AFTER THE JUMP!!!

Alexander's Bye-Bye Party

A young, aspiring, talented and handsome Norwegian photographer came to the city of smog and fashion to have a look at job opportunities, Italian culture and cuisine and whatever else you can come look for in Milan. I kind of promised him I'd introduce him to a couple of people.

He came in search of something to live for. He went back with a massive hangover. As for the rest, I guess all we can say is 2B CONTINUED because... HE'S COMING BACK IN APRIL!!!

This time we take a close look at his goodbye party.

After a week of partying EVERY DAY, we decided to make a quiet night with pizza. Suddenly Diana and Elin were there, and suddenly Sanna showed up, and if I think real long and hard I mean to remember that someone else arrived in the night, but I'm not sure because of obvious reasons.

The picture above perfectly illustrates the concept of a quiet night. More of the sort after the JUMP!!!

BABY, BABY, BABY!

Once upon a time, there were two Norwegian boys, two Swedish girls, a Lithuanian Scarlett Johansson, an Italian Stallion and a Latin Lover... and somehow they all ended up at Steffen's place that very Sunday ages and ages ago.

What happened after was fabulous, marvellous and wonderful indeed. In fact, it all happened after... well, that is not completely true, because there was an amazing pre-drinking party somewhere in Loreto, where the only thing above us were the skies (and the only thing below us were the grumpy neighbours).

Also involved was Mr. Whiskey, Mr. Vodka and in general any substance containing a minimum of alcohol. There was also Mr. Tobacco and Mr. Calm Down You Guys (played by various neighboors, doormen and DJs (and somewhere along the way there must have been a taxi driver as well)). Luckily, Mr. Policeman never showed up... too bad, he would have had a lot of fun.

What you see here are SHOES. Normally you find them on the floor. Well, not in this case.

After some negotiation, we were suddenly seven people in my house. And I don't know whether that's a lucky number or not... and considering I fell asleep I can't even tell whether someone got lucky.

All I know is that when we all went home, it was 16:00 Central European Time, and the party had lasted for 20 hours. We had our breakfast with fresh McDonald's food, cigarettes and French Electronica. Under the Arch of Porta Romana.

Because that's how we roll.

Now, we think you'll need a soundtrack to imagine the scene...

If you wanna see where it all started and how it all ended, JUMP!!!