Adventure, TV show and Honesty…

Traveling from city to city, meeting some of the most talented young as well as ‘well seasoned’ people in the world it reminds me that the majority of them struggle with the same challenge; Scared of success and often times they ruin big opportunities for themselves by either procrastinating or simply by holding on to fear of what is on the other side of what they already know. I mirror myself in them. Nothing new or crazy about that. However, I have realized a change over the last years as I have become more aware of these annoying and old patterns I have and that I see in some of my friends as well.

Before I took a solid look in the mirror, gave fear the middle finger and moved away from safe, Scandinavian habours I was always trying. Today I’m still trying. But I’m 100% ‘me’ trying to book new parts in movies that I find interesting, trying to take the first few steps creating my next book, trying to sing and write songs that matter to me, trying to catch the perfect fashion moment in front of the lense. Whatever it may be. Still trying, but doing it 100%.

The search for truth and honesty, whatever that might mean to you, is important.

Today I was on a tv show hosted by a beautiful girl I know from when I was attending Esper Acting Studio in NYC. She interviewed me about my book ‘NYC Head Over High Heels’, but book aside the show turned into a real girly ‘catch up’ session. #LOVE!. I was super happy to see that she has followed her dream and and is now living here in LA working and following her heart. It’s rare to find that and when it happens it puts a smile on my face.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I completely forgot to take a picture of the set and venue today. But here is an iphone shot of me heading out to the interview. I will make sure to post the link when it is up and running.

Dinner time awaits in LA! Take care and don’t ever forget to go on adventures. They make life worth living…

Fashion: Vintage Leather Jacket, Object long, boho-dress, one leather glove by Marlene Birger

Outfit

Last night’s outfit before I was headed out to the Birthday party of some of Madonna’s dancers. Red carpet and very Hollywood-ish.

I’m wearing my white, vintage leather jacket with fringes bought at the Weekend market in Bangkok, my favorite Object summer dress, my one lace glove and bright orange fishnet tights for good (and colorful) measure:

Hot Yoga

”I don’t know if yoga is killing me or saving me”. Those were my thoughts as I blinded by my own sweat stood in ‘half moon pose’ concentrating on my breath and not tipping over.  After 60 minutes of ‘Hot Yoga’ – yeah that is what they call it here in West Hollywood – I felt straight up drunk. Drunk and soaked by my own sweat. I know: gross!

In the locker room, after practice, I put left my cowboy boot on my right foot and vice versa without noticing and I had serious trouble walking straight home. Good thing I live only 2 blocks from ‘Sweat Hell’.

What the ‘H’ happened? Well, I got back into LALALAND last night super hungover and tired of months of traveling and felt I need a clean up and some focus. So, I signed up for one month of unlimited yoga at a nice Yoga joint near by, secretly hoping that I by mid February will be more flexible than Madonna’s 19 year old back-up dancers and have a firmer derriere than any of the Sports Illustrated models. Well… perhaps not, but at least they promise me 60 – 90 minutes in ‘sweat hell’ as often as I please where I will face my demons and where I cannot run or escape anywhere pleasant or extraordinary. Instant gratification pangs are put on hold for now.

Just in case you were wondering, facing the facts and going into all the juicy drama and circus I have inside is a good thing. I have to. Other wise I spin and twirl out of control until reality catches up and smacks me in the head. Been there, done that and loathing it. I can’t say it won’t happen again because I like to make my own rules and reality plays policeman when I do that. But hey! I’m just a woman, and I’m just trying. On this note, I’m reasoning that the yogis call it ‘to practice yoga’ because it is exactly that. A practice and not perfect. Meaning I am still learning. I am constantly in a process. We all are. And that sort of helps and calms me on some pseudo level.  

So tomorrow it’s back to auditioning (and yoga) and I finally have some time to get my original big black and white Photographs of Andy Warhol from the 70′s framed. They are shot by Anton Perich and I have wanted to redo and re-decorate my place for a while. Now is the time. Dunno if it is the yoga or just 2012 that brings up the renewal syndrome.

Ok, I’m out people. Have a wonderful night or day where ever you are.

Namaste and love from West Hollywood…

Photography by Anton Perich

Honey, I’m Almost Home!

So… It’s been a while since I paid attention to the blog. Let’s face it; I’ve been exhausted and didn’t really have anything in me. After New Years in Copenhagen I went for a short trip to New York and now I’m high up in the air 2 hours away from what I hope to be a smooth touchdown in Los Angeles. And honestly, I am longing to sleep in my own bed by now. It’s over due to put it mildly. I vaguely remember the three days I spent in my LA home in late November/early December. Before and after that there was a lot of airports, meetings, deadlines, handshakes, kisses in the air and to the camera. All part of a high that made me dream of more, but also long for some peace and quiet.

New York is always a good place for me to visit. I get myself entangled in mesmerizing meetings and moments that can only happen in NYC. I’m sure anyone who has ever visited this monster of a Metropolis can relate. I was a pretty good girl all alone though and got a lot of rest on this trip.

However, last night’s farewell drinks escalated and wound up a bit nuts and suddenly I found myself singing karaoke and eating deep fried shrimp at 5 am in Korea Town. This was after I wore a red turban a very trendy Indian gentleman gave to me and we all danced on stage at The Box like no tomorrow. But tomorrow came and when I felt my stomach turn in the town car en route to JFK I swore I’d never drink again. It helped a bit with a burger followed by 2 small bars of Godiva milk chocolate before boarding the flight to LAX.

I realize I didn’t take any photos while in NYC this time around so you will have to do with these two shots I did with the amazing and super talented photographer slash model Sidney Etienne and MUA Joyce Ifeoma Jacob in December 2011.