NK

Have just barely recovered from a quite exhausting saturday. Was modelling at swedish mall NK, where you can buy expensive and exclusive stuff. Was wearing clothes, bag, glasses etc for the value of 2500 euro, which in swedish money simply translates filthy much. The whole thing was like some sort of parallell universe, like the Twilight Zone. There were 14 year olds discussing weight and like one million employees who were stressed out and very busy with doing nothing. I was wearing a LOT of fake hair and kind of looked like Mana, or at least some dude from Dir en Grey (Japanese musicians really do look like women!). But now I am once again my own boring self, which just feels so incredibly good. Even though I kind of regret not stealing those Dolce & Gabbana shoes.