Kawasaki market and sunday

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Yesterday we woke up, feeling tons better than when we woke up on the saturday, and started our trip towards Kawasaki flea market. First we had a nice breakfast of course (a lot of days my favourite meal of the day, going to bed and longing for waking up so that I can have breakfast).

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At the flea market we found out that it was a European market, but we didn’t mind. Instead it was pretty fun to find blouses from Sweden and a lot of beautiful french garments. I talked to some of the people selling, and one of the guys of course knew what Rokit vintage was, the Vintage Showroom and so on. He was going to London in november and told me to come back after that again. I told him to say hello from Hanna if he is going to my old shop in Covent Garden. Felt happy and nostalgic.

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Even though a lot of these things where to expensive for us, we still enjoyed watching and dreaming about future houses looking just like this.

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I did buy a 1950s french coat though. What could I do? Just completely fell in love. I got som discount from the guy to, I think because of the little nice talk about London-vintage.

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There were so many beautiful garments.

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Here he is! We took a photo of each other taking a photo, of course.

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The sun was shining and making it all even more pleasant (except for the sweet starting coming on our bodies).

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There was french music playing and people strolling, just like a sunday should be.

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Everything was so nicely put together, like this little cabinet.

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This kind of looked french to. Tokyo somehow manage to both look pretty much the same everywhere, and still showing complete differences. Love it, even though it can be confusing for a new one like me.

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This was probably the nicest little shop, especially when it comes to mens wear, whom a man named Satoru had. It is called Sirturday and has both an instagram and a webshop we found out. Since Satoru was very good at speaking english he promised to give us a lot of market and vintage tips, super nice!

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Fia and Adam joined after a while and we decided to go for lunch in the sun, since we started to get a bit hungry.

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I will show you more from our sundae tomorrow, since it is now time for movie and ice cream cone-time in bed. I think that is probably the best part of moving somewhere: not having to do new things all the time. Some days I just feel like putting my pyjamas on and getting under the cover.

Saturday in Tokyo

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I lördags kväll hade jag för första gången med min kamera ut. Vi tog oss an Tokyo en kväll till trots att vi somnat klockan 8 på morgonen. Det blir så när en fyller år och tar med sig vänner ut för bar, klubb och efterföljande kareoke i väntan på första tåget hem. Fantastiska födelsedagsfredagskväll. Detta är dock i alla fall lördagen och vi begav oss till denna marknad i närheten av oss då vi trodde att de skulle ha mat, men istället var här folkligt bingo i full gång. Det var början på den högtid som här kallas för Silver Week.

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Istället gick vi till en restaurang nära oss som vi spanat in under hemfärderna från skolan, vilket visade sig vara ett utmärkt val. Här på restauranger är det mesta lite som på chans, då de flesta är extremt dåliga på engelska. I princip allt vi har ätit har dock visat sig vara magiskt, men en får inte vara för kinkig med vad som är i för att göra på det viset. Kul tycker jag, men förståeligt att det för somliga är mer besvärligt. Här har vi den lilla drömmen jag delar boende med. Hon heter Katarina och dansar i vårt kök när hon vaknat på bra humör (i princip alltid) och säger livets liv till mig innan vi går och lägger oss. Det känns så himla bra, och 27 kvadrat känns plötsligt inte alls särskilt litet.

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Det är i princip bara att gå in på en restaurang, vilken som helst, och det kommer att vara magiskt gott. Fantastiskt.

 

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På min födelsedag lyckades vi finna denna bar, med den välkända, otroligt estetiskt tilltalande ölmärket Mikkeller. Som väntat var så även baren och vi begav oss hit en gång till efter att den vi först tänkt prova var full. Mikkeller ligger i Shibuya, bara någon gata bort från de galna, blinkande gatorna. Här har vi Becca och Jeremy.

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Gårdagens liga.

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Här har vi kvällens nykomling, Renaud. Han pluggar precis som Jeremy med Adam på Keso University.

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Finaste gosparet.

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Vi testade lite olika öl, bästa grejen med att kunna beställa halva glas. Snart var det dock dags att gå innan sista tunnelbanan slutat gå, då måste en nämligen vänta till ca 5 på morgonen igen. Vi drack upp och kramades hejdå och kände att längtan efter sängen började bli stark.

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Drömtjejer.

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Vi såg dock en spegel och kände att vi givetvis behövde ta en gruppbild. Sådan är jag. Nu säger jag god natt efter riktigt bra andra helg i denna fantastiska stad. Imorgon får ni se mer av söndagens aktivitet beståendes av vintage marknad och lunch vid vatten.

I have decided
1. I will update this blog more
2. That I will start writing it in english instead (mostly) since I am talking english pretty much all the time here anyway.  Unfortunately I remembered that after I started writing this post and therefore this one is in swedish, basically saying that we, even though we were super tired after celebrating my birthday till 8 in the morning decided do go for beer on the saturday. Me and Katarina went for dinner, and then went to meet up with this fantastic group for some beers at the danish bar Mikkeller. When the clock started ticking towards the last train, and when we started longing for bed, we said good bye after taking photos in a mirror on the street. Now I am saying good night after this magical weekend.

home is where home is where home is

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Lovisa captured me in my double denim when she was visiting us in Stockholm. 

Sometimes the loneliness hits me, out of the blue. Sometime even in my bed next to Katarina. Around the people I really like. Even in the world’s biggest city, or maybe just simply because of that. Feeling whipped out of context, out of the safe surrounding. It is just the thing about having no one to care that extra, not having anyone who’s heart jumps an extra beat. You know what I mean I guess. Sometimes, that just hits me. Hits all of us I guess. The human need of clinging to a bigger picture, or to someone.

Memory for tomorrow at Mori

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Today we had no schools which meant Mori Art Museum in Roppongi. I started the day with the first run here in Tokyo, since I had to go and get my bike from school. That always means happy Hanna afterwards and a big breakfast reward. Things I like. The exhibition, Memory for tomorrow, was absolutely lovely, with the vietnamese artist Dinh Q. Lê. As the website describes this first solo exhibition in Asia:

“This year marks the 40th anniversary of the end of the Vietnam War as well as the 70th anniversary of Japan’s defeat in WWII. Examining the stories that have never been told, of individuals who have undergone events whose facts have been overshadowed by “official,” national and/or social histories, and exploring closer relations between art and society are extremely important issues. Through the unique artwork and activities of Dinh Q. Lê, this exhibition provides us with an opportunity to think about our past, present and future.”

It was fantastic. The combination of picture, paintings, movies, animation and the stories that were told through all of the exhibition really made an impact on us. The people he had met to make their stories a united story. Applause. And the view of this lovely city afterwards. Applause again.