squatted with my mum until i was 3 years old and had lotsa fun with pins and needles.
social services were a bit slow but finally reacted and put me in a trailer park with my nan. i went from playing with pins and needles to styling barbie dolls.
started school at the age of 6, lived on the country side and did nothing but reading. books, newspapers, poems, diaries, magazines - everything i could get my hands on. disney was never for me.
met my dad when i was 14, a year later he bought me a flat in the north of helsingborg, also known as one of the poshest areas in sweden. lifechanging? very much.
stayed there hosting cocktail parties, champagne breakfasts and swinger sessions until i graduated from public school wearing my own design. i celebrated my graudation at my father’s restaurant and my parents met for the third time ever. or something like that.
two days later i moved to london. summer of ‘08 was about trying to get fit junkies stop doing drugs. mission failed.
september ‘08 i moved into a shop on redchurch street e2 called sick and i became one of the sickgirls (the other one’s anna) stayed there for a year and a half fucking around before i had to have a break and moved to my mum’s in denmark.
got back to london december ‘09.

writing, designing, styling, photographing, buying, drinking, sexing, singing, laughing, dancing.