Bibian Blue Barcelona

I´ve been a bit absent on this blog for a while due to a very hectic life at the moment. I´m doing an internship with Barcelona based corset designer Bibian Blue. It´s a lot of fun and I´m learning a lot. Plus I´m also working on starting up my own accessory online shop, and doing some upholstery work on the side (phew!!), so all that has left little time for blogging. Well more like, few things to blog about, as I´m still in the process of producing things, and don´t have that much to show you yet. Anyway, in the meantime I thought I´d share some of the work of the incredible designer where I´m lucky enough to have gotten an internship. Here are some of amazing the dresses from the new collection Crystal Flowers S/S “12. Hope you´ll like it!






All images are borrowed from the Bibian Blue Blog.

Blog Make Over

So I´m making a few changes to my dear blog. This one will from now on be focused on design and fashion related topics, such as my work for example, and I´m moving all of my “nutrition, feminism, save the world posts” to my new blog The Bell Pepper Blog. So if you´re interested in anything in that area please follow me there! :)

Oh, and I apologize for the mess on this blog while I´m reconstructing it. :)

School of feminism

One thing that really drives me crazy is when people go; I´m antifeminism but pro gender equality. Feminism and gender equality are the exact same things! Feminism is about people having equal human rights regardless of their gender. That´s it! Now there are always going be the small click of extremists, the ones that think women are superior to men and wants a matriarchal society, however thinking they are the true representatives of feminism is like thinking all muslims are terrorists. It´s just a small group of people misconstruing the foundation of the belief, in order to fit their own, often not so humane, agenda. I can honestly say every single feminist I´ve met have been a supporter of the true base of feminism; men and women should have equal rights.

This is a comment I saw written on a blog once (can´t remember which) but I thought it summed it all up so perfectly I copy pasted it and saved it on my computer:

There are still women in the world being sold by their fathers, who can´t leave the house without a man escorting her, who are raped as little girls because they show their hair and therefor are considered whores, there are wars going on with hundreds of thousands of rape victims each year… Do you think it´s wrong that the only reason this is happening to these people is that they were born with a vagina? Congratulations, you´re a feminist!

My awesome beauty tips!

I´m always ridiculously excited to try new beauty products (preferably as natural as possible), and right now I`m impatiently waiting for the delivery of my latest order.

First of all the one miracle oil to rule them all, organic coconut oil. A completely natural oil that makes your skin baby smooth, your hair soft and shiny and also contains acids that are antibacterial, antiviral and antifungal. A daily intake of coconut oil can also help with weight loss, boost your immune system and a bunch of other health benefits. It´s a very popular ingredient/skin care product in the low carb community because of its amazing qualities, yet I´m still a coconut oil virgin, but after hearing so many positive things about it, I felt like it was finally time to give my dry winter skin some much needed lovin´.

This one is from UK brand Fushi.

Also I stocked up on some organic Castor oil, the current best friend of my skin and hair. I use it as a deep cleaning facial cleanser and also as a hair conditioner once in a while (although I´m a bit lazy with my hair most of the time).

Castor oil also from Fushi.

And last but not least, after a horrifying hair episode where there may have been a bleach and a dye too many in an attempt to get that amazing Jessica from True Blood-shade of red on my fragile scandinavian locks. I ended up with 10 different shades of red and a slight steel wool texture, so I decided it was best to go back to a more basic shade of brown and book an appointment with a hair dresser to chop off the evidence of my failure. So now I´m trying to make up for this abuse by investing in some good hair products. Believing the internet beauty gossip horse shampoo is the way to go! Yup that´s right, apparently there are some magical beneficial ingredients that do not come with human shampoo, that makes your hair softer, healthier and grow faster. Mane N Tail (yeah that´s really what it´s called) is supposedly the mother of all horse shampoos, so here we go, one giant bottle of shampoo and conditioner added to shopping cart.

I can´t wait to try these out! Will keep you posted on the upcoming magical transformation!;)

What is wrong with you!

No, that´s not a question. Nobody is asking you, they´re telling you! I´m going through a “save the world” phase right now, well I always am, but sometimes it becomes more dominant then my other obsessions. (For those of you subscribing for more fashion related topics, there will be more of those next week.) So I just read this article about yet another attempt to make money out of women’s insecurities and of course this is by pointing out to us that the most important thing in life is to be attractive to the male gender. Keeping the patriarchal society intact. Pheew, I was worried there for a second that the foundation was starting to crack, you know with women being given the rights to vote and drive and all. Good thing they found new ways to maintain power.

So this all started with an ad for Clean and Dry Intimate wash, a bleaching cream for your, yes that´s right, vagina! Apparently the shade of your lady parts is a crucial matter for your fuckability (by which all female value is measured naturally). I mean haven´t we all been there, right on the verge of intercourse when the guy just suddenly shudders at the sight of your vag, and runs out the room screaming to never return. If you seriously answer yes to that question I might cry. Hopefully your lover actually doesn´t give a crap what shade it comes in and is happy just to get access. Well, I´ll leave the rest to Lindy West, author of the article that seriously made me want to embrace my inner lesbian and propose marriage to her and her, surely, perfectly shaded vagina. Enjoy!

Your Vagina Isn’t Just Too Big, Too Floppy, and Too Hairy—It’s Also Too Brown

Good news, ladies! Society has discovered another new thing that’s wrong with you, which means another opportunity for you to make yourself more attractive for your man. Score! Turns out, the color of your vagina is gross and everyone hates it. So bleach that motherfucker. Bleach it right now!

In this commercial for an Indian product called Clean and Dry Intimate Wash, a (very light-skinned) couple sits down for what would have been a peaceful cup of morning coffee—if the woman’s disgusting brown vagina hadn’t ruined everything! The dude can’t even bring himself look at her. He can’t look at his coffee either, because it only reminds him of his wife’s dripping, coffee-brown hole! Fortunately, the quick-thinking woman takes a shower, scrubbing her swarthy snatch with Clean and Dry Intimate Wash (“Freshness + Fairness”). And poof! Her vadge comes out blinding white like a downy baby lamb (and NOT THE GROSS BLACK KIND) and her husband—whose penis, I can only assume, is literally a light saber—is all, “Hey, lady! Cancel them divorce papers and LET’S BONE.”

Needless to say, certain citizens are troubled by this product—which, in addition to just being fucking insane, brings up painful issues about the hierarchy of skin tone within the Indian community. As if it isn’t bad enough that darker-skinned people are encouraged to stay out of the sun and invest in skin-bleaching products like Fair & Lovely, and that white actresses are being imported to play Indian people in Bollywood movies, now everyone has to be insecure about the fact that their vaginas happen to be the color that vaginas are??? Splendid! God, I was just saying the other day that my misogyny didn’t have enough racism in it.

So what are the pro-vadge-bleaching people thinking? Here’s a hilarious explanation from a male ad exec:

It is hard to deny that fairness creams often get social commentators and activists all worked up. What they should do is take a deep breath and think again. Lipstick is used to make your lips redder, fairness cream is used to make you fairer-so what’s the problem? I don’t think any Youngistani today thinks the British Raj/White man is superior to us Brown folk. That’s all 1947 thinking!

The only reason I can offer for why people like fairness, is this: if you have two beautiful girls, one of them fair and the other dark, you see the fair girl’s features more clearly. This is because her complexion reflects more light. I found this amazing difference when I directed Kabir Bedi, who is very fair and had to wear dark makeup for Othello, the Black hero of the play. I found I had to have a special spotlight following Kabir around the stage because otherwise the audience could not see his expressions.

See? It makes perfect sense. We just want our vaginas to reflect more light—is that so wrong? I mean, WHAT IF MY CAR BREAKS DOWN AT NIGHT AND I DON’T HAVE A REFLECTIVE ENOUGH VAGINA? Really, the ultimate one-vagina-to-rule-them-all would glow in the dark like one of those deep-sea fishes. I need my vagina to attract more krill so my husband will fuck me again! (My husband is a whale.)

Basically the idea is to get as far away as possible from any color that vaginas actually come in. Because that’s what’s at the heart of this type of thinking—the perfect vagina would be something that’s not a vagina at all.

By Lindy West for Jezebel.com

Why sugar is toxic

I highly recommend taking 14 minutes of your day to watch this video. Dr Robert Lustig among others explain the effects of sugar in your body in an easy comprehensible way. Most people already know that sugar is bad for you but this gives a deeper understanding to why and how. I watched it as a reminder to why I only choose to eat natural low carb food, after a few weeks of “falling off the low carb wagon”, it was well needed.

Kate´s french castle

Oh, this makes me happy! I looove 18th century France, the fashion, the interiors! Looove!!! Some day I want my very own 18th century castle!

Kate Moss for Vogue.

How to talk to little girls

I want to share an article with you today, written by Lisa Bloom, author of Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed Down World. It explains in a very enlightening way how we subconsciously help creating gender stereotypes while communicating with kids, even though our intentions of course are nothing but the best.

How to talk to little girls

“I went to a dinner party at a friend’s home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time.

Little Maya was all curly brown hair, doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown. I wanted to squeal, “Maya, you’re so cute! Look at you! Turn around and model that pretty ruffled gown, you gorgeous thing!”

But I didn’t. I squelched myself. As I always bite my tongue when I meet little girls, restraining myself from my first impulse, which is to tell them how darn cute/ pretty/ beautiful/ well-dressed/ well-manicured/ well-coiffed they are.

What’s wrong with that? It’s our culture’s standard talking-to-little-girls icebreaker, isn’t it? And why not give them a sincere compliment to boost their self-esteem? Because they are so darling I just want to burst when I meet them, honestly.

Hold that thought for just a moment.

This week ABC News reported that nearly half of all three- to six-year-old girls worry about being fat. In my book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, I reveal that 15 to 18 percent of girls under 12 now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and 25 percent of young American women would rather win America’s Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful college women say they’d rather be hot than smart. A Miami mom just died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart.

Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age 5 and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, American women have become increasingly unhappy. What’s missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.”


Image borrowed from TLC

“That’s why I force myself to talk to little girls as follows.

“Maya,” I said, crouching down at her level, looking into her eyes, “very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” she said, in that trained, polite, talking-to-adults good girl voice.

“Hey, what are you reading?” I asked, a twinkle in my eyes. I love books. I’m nuts for them. I let that show.

Her eyes got bigger, and the practiced, polite facial expression gave way to genuine excitement over this topic. She paused, though, a little shy of me, a stranger.

“I LOVE books,” I said. “Do you?”

Most kids do.

“YES,” she said. “And I can read them all by myself now!”

“Wow, amazing!” I said. And it is, for a five-year-old. You go on with your bad self, Maya.

“What’s your favorite book?” I asked.

“I’ll go get it! Can I read it to you?”

Purplicious was Maya’s pick and a new one to me, as Maya snuggled next to me on the sofa and proudly read aloud every word, about our heroine who loves pink but is tormented by a group of girls at school who only wear black. Alas, it was about girls and what they wore, and how their wardrobe choices defined their identities. But after Maya closed the final page, I steered the conversation to the deeper issues in the book: mean girls and peer pressure and not going along with the group. I told her my favorite color in the world is green, because I love nature, and she was down with that.

Not once did we discuss clothes or hair or bodies or who was pretty. It’s surprising how hard it is to stay away from those topics with little girls, but I’m stubborn.

I told her that I’d just written a book, and that I hoped she’d write one too one day. She was fairly psyched about that idea. We were both sad when Maya had to go to bed, but I told her next time to choose another book and we’d read it and talk about it. Oops. That got her too amped up to sleep, and she came down from her bedroom a few times, all jazzed up.”

“So, one tiny bit of opposition to a culture that sends all the wrong messages to our girls. One tiny nudge towards valuing female brains. One brief moment of intentional role modeling. Will my few minutes with Maya change our multibillion dollar beauty industry, reality shows that demean women, our celebrity-manic culture? No. But I did change Maya’s perspective for at least that evening.

Try this the next time you meet a little girl. She may be surprised and unsure at first, because few ask her about her mind, but be patient and stick with it. Ask her what she’s reading. What does she like and dislike, and why? There are no wrong answers. You’re just generating an intelligent conversation that respects her brain. For older girls, ask her about current events issues: pollution, wars, school budgets slashed. What bothers her out there in the world? How would she fix it if she had a magic wand? You may get some intriguing answers. Tell her about your ideas and accomplishments and your favorite books. Model for her what a thinking woman says and does.”

Lisa Bloom for Huffington Post

You Didn’t Thank Me For Punching You in the Face

Today I´m re-posting a post I found on the blog Views from the couch. I just figured I couldn´t put it in better words myself so I basically copy pasted it here for you. I think this is an important subject on the lessons we teach to young girls, once being a little girl myself I remember having these words said to me on a number of times. And as I grow older and wiser the more it pisses me off that this is actually considered a normal thing to say. People need to start thinking about potential consequences of their actions. So anyway, here you go, life lesson of the day:

I am sure every girl can recall, at least once as a child, coming home and telling their parents, uncle, aunt or grandparent about a boy who had pulled her hair, hit her, teased her, pushed her or committed some other playground crime. I will bet money that most of those, if not all, will tell you that they were told “Oh, that just means he likes you”. I never really thought much about it before having a daughter of my own. I find it appalling that this line of bullshit is still being fed to young children. Look, if you want to tell your child that being verbally and/or physically abused is an acceptable sign of affection, i urge you to rethink your parenting strategy. If you try and feed MY daughter that crap, you better bring protective gear because I am going to shower you with the brand of “affection” you are endorsing.

When the fuck was it decided that we should start teaching our daughters to accept being belittled, disrespected and abused as endearing treatment? And we have the audacity to wonder why women stay in abusive relationships? How did society become so oblivious to the fact that we were conditioning our daughters to endure abusive treatment, much less view it as romantic overtures? Is this where the phrase “hitting on girls” comes from? Well, here is a tip: Save the “it’s so cute when he gets hateful/physical with her because it means he loves her” asshattery for your own kids, not mine. While you’re at it, keep them away from my kids until you decide to teach them respect and boundaries.

My daughter is `10 years old and has come home on more than one occasion recounting an incident at school in which she was teased or harassed by a male classmate. There has been several times when someone that she was retelling the story to responded with the old, “that just means he likes you” line. Wrong. I want my daughter to know that being disrespected is NEVER acceptable. I want my daughter to know that if someone likes her and respects her, much less LOVES her, they don’t hurt her and they don’t put her down. I want my daughter to know that the boy called her ugly or pushed her or pulled her hair didn’t do it because he admires her, it is because he is a little asshole and assholes are an occurrence of society that will have to be dealt with for the rest of her life. I want my daughter to know how to deal with assholes she will encounter throughout her life. For now, I want my daughter to know that if someone is verbally harassing her, she should tell the teacher and if the teacher does nothing, she should tell me. If someone physically touches her, tell the teacher then, if it continues, to yell, “STOP TOUCHING/PUNCHING/PUSHING ME” in the middle of class or the hallway, then tell me. Last year, one little boy stole her silly bandz from her. He just grabbed her and yanked a handful of them off of her wrist. When I went to the school to address the incident, the teacher smiled and explained it away to her, in front of me, “he probably has a crush on you”. Okay, the boy walked up to my daughter, grabbed and held her by the arm and forcibly removed her bracelets from her as she struggled and you want to convince her that she should be flattered? Fuck off. I am going to punch you in the face but I hope you realize it is just my way of thanking you for the great advice you gave my daughter. If these same advice givers’ sons came home crying because another male classmate was pushing them, pulling their hair, hitting them or calling them names, I would bet dollars to donuts they would tell him to defend themselves and kick the kid’s ass, if necessary. They sure as shit wouldn’t say, “he probably just wants a play date”.

I will teach my daughter to accept nothing less than respect. Anyone who hurts her physically or emotionally doesn’t deserve her respect, friendship or love. I will teach my boys the same thing as well as the fact that hitting on girls doesn’t involve hitting girls. I can’t teach my daughter to respect herself if I am teaching her that no one else has to respect her. I can’t raise sons that respect women, if I teach them that bullying is a valid expression of affection.

The next time that someone offers up that little “secret” to my daughter, I am going to slap the person across the face and yell, “I LOVE YOU”.

The Art of Fashion print 2012

Susan Sarandon and her daughter Eva Amurri Martino star in Neiman Marcus’ The Art of Fashion print campaign for Spring 2012, wearing a number of designers such as Prada, Valentino, Vera Wang, Armani, Tom Ford, Chanel, Oscar de la Renta. They both look stunning and Eva looks so much like her mother with her incredible eyes and gorgeous red hair.

Source; Neiman Marcus The March Book