We're having a lazy sunday with morning pancakes, tea and coffee, flower market strolling, mustard herring on rye  for lunch, chicken soup already boiling on the stove and probably some more wonderfulness coming. Maybe in the form of two of our flatmates returning from Venice tonight. I like London better with them here. Hope your weekend was good! 

More Brighton pics. 

The Erdem show was on monday and I really thought it was beautiful. You can see the whole collection here. My favorite was the last look. So beautiful. I spent the whole weekend working on the gloves in the collection and I'm so happy to see how much of a difference they make. I really think they add a touch of quirkyness which I always like. 

Today I have my first real day off in a long time and am going to spend it with mine and Snorri's good friends from Iceland who are visiting. 

Went to Brighton for about an hour last monday and kind of wanted to move there. Maybe I will someday? We'll see.......maybe I shouldn't judge a whole city (with similar population as Iceland) in one hour? 

Driving to Keflavík airport in january.

I went to a beautiful wedding this december in Iceland. Took a bunch of crappy photos since the lighting wasn't to my cameras liking. It gave me the choice of blurry photos or using a flash. And I hate using flash. But I guess three of the photos were merely "postable".

I'm home sick again. Booooring. Have looked at all the new collections on style.com and only like Rachel Comey's. This is often the case with New York fashion week. Although I do always look forward to see the Marc Jacobs collections. Going to watch 30 Rock now. Liz Lemon is my role model.

I know. I've been very quiet. I'm just too busy for blogging these days. Fashion week is too close and we have so much to do before the show. I'm not busy today though.....since I have a stomach flu and had to call in sick. Horrible. My day has been like this: "Force feed myself some melon. Try to drink water. Take a nap. Shout orders at my boyfriend who's been kindly nursing me. Force feed myself pears and blueberries. Drink water. Watch Gossip Girl (how can these people have such good costume designers and such shit script writers??......I'm watching it anyway). Take a nap. And nap some more." 

These are pictures from random walks around my neighbourhood. I always feel so sorry for donkeys. They look so sad and I always imagine them thinking how they are not as elegant and striking as horses. They look at you with eyes that say: "I know I know......I kind of look like a horse, but uglier. More hairy, shorter and I even look a bit fat." And I really want to tell them: "No! You're not ugly! I think you're beautiful and I'd love to have a donkey friend!" This is all just in my head of course.