"you are not a fashion blogger, are you?"

"emm.. well. I blog about different things. sometimes fashion, sometimes music, sometimes movies or other things on my mind or inspiring to me."
"ok. well. good. cause if you were a fashion blogger that would be pathetic."

I see his point to some extent because there are a lot of blogs out there like : "I bought this black pantyhose today and then I bought icecream...blabla." ..yep, who the fuck cares, anyway? but there are also some really, really nice fashion blogs out there written by some very intelligent people making fashion and clothes a science and an art.

therefore; in my world, blogging about fashion is not as pathetic as it is in his world.
and I will now show you the latest material additions to my happiness.

I went for a day/shoppingtrip to stockholm. It was the first time I was in town when stores were open. I figured out that the only place I really "needed" to be was inside this house called the PUB-house, where I could find a lot of things of interest. me and my friend walked a little around town and went into a few shops (doing some touristy-things as well) but all in all mostly everything I bought was from this house. even more specifically the store called aplace on 3.floor. in the same floor there was also a very nice café which served me a delicious lambchopslunch (very cheap). it looked like it was the place to be during a friday for lunchtime, and a lot of stockholms most fashionable people were gathered here. fashionable businesspeople/designers talking on the phone, with their computers, and then walking amongst eachothers tables like they were all there on one big fashion-business meeting. people were inspecting eachother/analyzing eachothers styling and outfits. having been living in a quiet town up north in sweden since the middle of august, all of this made me extremely uncomfortable and I made all the wrong social codex mistakes. I felt clumpsy/self-conscious and under surveillance. at some point a whole fashion-table looked at me at the same time, and walking from the bathroom to our table suddenly felt problematic. at the same time as seeing all these wonderfully inspiring/welldressed people all at the same time made my heart jump for joy, it also made me realize that it is okey to be without this. to live in a quiet town where this is not everyday occurences. their tempos with their iphones and their computers and their eyes and their outfits felt foreign to me. both welcome and hungered after, but also far from my reality somehow. the obsession of being important. perhaps I cant explain it any better than this.

the fashion world is both intriguing and repulsive
and I think this love/hate relationship that I have to it is what makes me so curious.

enough small talk
here is what I bought
an ann-sofie back cardigan that twists nicely when on

a fifth avenue shoe repair dress that I think will look nice and be very comfortable during summer

an our legacy t-shirt that somewhat resembles my favourite acne t-shirt that has gone missing

an our legacy short sweater with an interesting back


two second hand t-shirts with animals on them that I liked

this one has paintstains making it extra trashy

a bodysock from american apparel

and some basics: bikini, body, fingercutoff vanter, headband & some underwear

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regretting not having bought this (which were the reason for buying all the american apparel band/bra's):
a fifth avenue shoe repair dress that had a lot of fabric and draping

a nakkna tanktop (that luckily can be bought in their webshop)

aand, this jacket right here.

and while I am at it, this is a very nice webshop: trés bien shop

jannicke <3 BARR

download the whole version here
(I might regret this actually)

see the first part of it here:

jannicke <3 BARR from jannicke stendal on Vimeo.

the song I am covering is called
the song is the single
and is by the artist named BARR

I had just gone through the breakup,
the armageddon breakup,
the timing was bad
but there is never a good time
for bad things to happen

a date with john waters

the liner notes to this album/mixed tape

I'm John Waters and I'm lookin' for a date – with you. Come on over, let's listen to some tunes. Wow, you look great! Come on in. Would you like a drink? Have a seat on my sofa and let me play for you the first record I ever shoplifted, “Tonight You Belong to Me” by Patience and Prudence. So stolen, so pure, so good. Of course, I can be bad too. “Jet Boy Jet Girl” always gets me in the mood. Wanna “pogo?” Go ahead, knock over the furniture, I don't care. I always feel relaxed if punk rock music is blaring in the background. Sit a little closer. Like the song says, “I'm gonna make you be a girl.” Want a popper? Here's the first tri -sexual song ever recorded – “Ain't Got No Home” - and God, is it a good one. Let's play sexual roles just like Clarence “Frogman” Henry does as he sings. You want to be the “boy” this time? You can be the “girl” too just as long as I get to be the “frog” – I'm just kinda kinky that way.

All control freaks like me are looking for the person they can't control, that's why I asked you for a date. Listen to “I'd Love to Take Orders From You” by Mildred Bailey and maybe you'll get some ideas. Good ol' Mildred – that white fat girl singer who hung out with gay guys and passed for black. When she sings about “discipline” it goes way beyond race and gender and guess what, so do I. Want to be corny and sing a duet together? Let's be hillbillies and pretend we're stupid. Who wants to sleep with smart people all the time, anyway? Think I invited you over here to discuss the future of independent film? Hell no, I'm lookin' for a little action and “In Spite of Ourselves” by John Prine and Iris DeMent ought to do the trick. “Convict movies make her horny” goes the lyrics. Me too! Put on a video.

Wanna get married? Just kidding. Me neither. But listen to the great Tina Turner, when she was still with Ike, had a mustache and wore ratty mink coats, as she screams out the ultimate wedding song of rage and jealousy “All I Can Do Is Cry.” God, I wish I could have directed the music video for this song. What lyrics! When Tina wails, “Their friends were throwin' rice all over their heads,” she always makes me feel like popping the question.

Ok, let's lighten it up a bit. Need to take a leak? You might want to smoke a joint too. My next selection is by one of my own stars – the greatly unhinged Edith Massey and while some have called her rendition of this classic one of the World's Worst Records, I think it's pretty catchy. “Big Girls Don't Cry” – well, sometimes they do if their dates don't put out. What? How old am I? What difference does that make? Didn't you ever hear the expression “old chickens make good soup?” Let's slow it down a bit and get melodramatic. Love? Is there such a thing or are we forever searching for some idealized fantasy fueled by movies like Douglas Sirk's “Imitation of Life?” Listen to Earl Grant's voice as he sings the title song from the soundtrack. So smooth…mmm…kissing is so personal, so much like being in a movie. Here…lie down, let me hang up your clothes.

What's this in your coat pocket? A gun!? Jeezze, I knew you were edgy but I guess I'm old fashioned – I frown on firearms on the first date. Well, of course I understand rage and so would Mink Stole, one of my favorite actresses. Listen to her give Julie London a run for her money as Mink sings the perfect song for our awkward moment, “Sometimes I Wish I Had a Gun.” Sit back down. What else you packin'? Confused about your sexuality? Who isn't these days? “Trend-sexual,” “friends with benefits,” “bro-jobs,” all these modern words for dating turn me on. “Johnny Are you Queer” you may ask and so does Josie Cotton on the song that's playing right now. Go ahead, turn up the volume. Feel like go-go dancing? Hit it! I love to watch. Go baby, go!

Feelin' dirty? Who isn't with Ray Charles' “(Night Time Is) The Right Time” playing in the background. Let's go all the way! But wait to hit the jackpot until you hear the amazing voice of Margie Hendricks come in half-way through the song. Hold it…here she is…listen to her howl! Oh my God, she's gonna sing that line, “Squeeze me, squeeze me!” Get it Margie! Get it!

Phew, that was nice. Want a Jujyfruit? Yummy. It's nice to share, isn't it? Oh Christ, who's that at the door? What do you mean “it might be the cops?” Shhhh…they'll go away. You must be tired from running from the law all day. Let's “Hit the Road to Dreamland” with Dean Martin and cuddle up. Nighty night, don't let the bedbugs bite.

Good morning! Breakfast's ready! Poached eggs and so much bacon you'll get a headache. Ain't love grand? “If I Knew You Were Coming” I'd do more than “Bake You a Cake” as Eileen Barton chirps in her upbeat song of the same name. Sorry you have to leave so early but I understand with your name being on the news and all that you better get an early start. Bye! Come on over next weekend and we can “break up.” Isn't the best part of a good date missing the person right afterwards? I always feel downright “Bewildered” when I take a chance on love, so what better way to celebrate this risk than listening to Shirley and Lee sing about it? Isn't hearing Shirley's nasal voice even better than love? If I hold my nose and sing to you the next time I call, will you still love me tomorrow?

- John Waters

if you're lazy and want him to read it to you instead:


Tracklist
1. Tonight You Belong to Me - Patience and Prudence
2. Jet Boy Jet Girl - Elton Motello
3. Ain't Got No Home - Clarence Frogman Henry
4. I'd Love to Take Orders from You - Mildred Bailey and Her Swing Band
5. In Spite of Ourselves - John Prine with Iris Defflent
6. All I Can Do Is Cry - Ike and Tina Turner
7. Big Girls Don't Cry - Edith Massey
8. Imitation of Life - Earl Grant
9. Sometimes I Wish I Had a Gun - Mink Stole
10. Johnny Are You Queer? - Josie Cotton
11. Night Time is the Right Time - Ray Charles
12. Hit the Road to Dreamland - Dean Martin
13. If I Knew You Were Comin' I'd've Baked a Cake - Eileen Barton with the New Yorkers
14. Bewildered - Shirley and Lee

face me now