Such great heights.

Black suede wedges, Steve Madden. Levi's cutoffs, Urban Outfitters. Red top and blue bag, Forever 21. Black felt hat, Scala, bought at Loehmann's. Lipstick, "Are you red-dy" (oh hahahaha, they're too witty) by Maybelline.

(Photos by me.)

Hey! I'm up! (Knock on wood.) This morning, I didn't just manage to take a shower and get dressed, I could actually spend the day outside. I took the subway down to the Flatiron District, walked over to Union Square and bought a book I've been dying to read at Barnes & Noble, picked up a shirt at Forever 21 that I will need for this weekend's adventures...

Oh, right. I haven't told you! (We've barely had ten minutes of WiFi in the apartment these past few days, so it's been a bit hard for me to communicate with the world. And to read blogs. And to look at pretty shoes online.) My boyfriend and his classmate Emiliano from Argentina have decided to make an impromtu short film this weekend, and well, since they don't know any other wannabe actresses here (not that the city isn't practically overflowing with them, I guess they haven't looked that thoroughly), I'm going to play the only part. And apparently this character needs to be wearing a red shirt, so I took it upon myself to go buy one. (Not the one I'm wearing in the photos.)

Also: For the first time since I came to New York two weeks ago, today I got to take my own outfit photos! I was up on the roof of our building, and even though I was feeling a little bit self-conscious about posing alone on a rooftop, it was still so much better than having other people take my picture.

As it happens, everything I'm wearing was purchased in NYC. What can I say? The shopping here turned out to be all I could hope for, and more! And then I haven't even had the chance to look up any of the many vintage stores, I've just gone through the big chains. But I'm so not complaining - and I don't have the funds to shop more than I've already done, so I honestly hope I won't come upon some irresistable vintage boutique before I leave next Thursday.

The Steve Madden wedges are strangely comfortable, the Levi's cutoffs are by far my favorite denim shorts ever, and this hat reminds me of something the beautiful Zoey B. would wear. So... I like it. The whole ensemble. Even those strange, eh, shoulder holes.

Now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that I'll feel well enough tomorrow not to let Ronnie and Emi down. Not that I seem to need Oscar-worthy acting skills - I've been told that as long as I show up in my new red shirt, no makeup and my hair in a ponytail, it will all be fine. And that I think I can handle. But just to be sure, Ronnie and I are staying in tonight, ordering pepperoni pizza and watching How I Met Your Mother. Now that's what I call an awesome Friday night.

Honey, I'm home!

Today, a new issue of Sofis mode magazine is out in Swedish stores. This time, I had the honor of featuring the amazingly talented, beautiful, smart and hilarious blogger and designer Zoey Bittleston of MakeShiftModel and her sparkly and fabulous brand Disco Pony. If for some reason you have yet to visit this girl's blog, I suggest you change that - trust me, you won't be sorry!

EDIT: Ooops, I now see that some of you are writing "congratulations!", and I feel totally embarrassed. I suppose you saw words like "honor" and figured something special had happened. And I'm really sorry, but this is my job and I've been doing it every week for three years, so I don't need to be congratulated. :) So sorry for not being clear! The "honor" is simply because I've become friends with Zoey and she's awesome, so it's an honor getting to know her. But thanks anyway!  <3

And today is also the day that I've officially started blogging here, exclusively. Up until now I've had my Swedish blog on the side, but nothing has been happening over there, since this is really where I want to hang out!

Though, I must admit, it's not entirely without melancholy - I started blogging in Swedish six years ago. That's quite a long time. But hey, nothing's changed except the language, and I'm sure I'll be back with a Swedish blog again some day. Right now I just really want to focus on getting better, more comfortable and confident in English.

Speaking of improving my language skills, I know it's been way too long since I translated one of my columns! Will be sure to upload one either today or tomorrow.

Right now it's breakfast time, and I think I'll celebrate the fact that I'm feeling a little bit better today by actually going outside to get something to eat!

I'd walk to you if I had no other way.

So, I may not be able to experience New York City right now, thanks to this extremely annoying cold/flu.

But that sure doesn't mean I can't watch an insane amount of Gossip Girl episodes for the tenth time, and listen to corny songs about this gorgeous city that's waiting outside my window.

Thanks a lot to everyone who's wished I'll get well soon, I promise I'm doing my very best! I can't wait to get back out there - oh, there's still so much I want to see, do, experience. And I'm leaving in nine days! Being reunited with my beloved kitties is going to be wonderful, true, but I'm so not done with New York yet. So not done.

Screenshots from Gossip Girl - stop tempting me for cryin' out loud!

I have a bag that's new and blue. I also have the flu.

Yep, I have the flu. (And apparently it makes me want to rhyme. But I'm done with that now.) I spent the last two days in bed, and more will follow.

Ronnie goes to school from early morning until really late at night this week - the timing is less than perfect - and I'm already getting restless. Especially since I haven't been able to go online today. Some neighbour has an open wifi that comes and goes, and usually I go to a Starbucks nearby when the wifi in the apartment is gone for a day or two, but today I didn't even manage to get out of bed. And I couldn't stand the thought of more news from Norway, or any other terrible disasters, happening while I'm laying here, clueless. I know that's not a logical thought - whatever happens in the world, it's not like I can do something about it just by knowing it did, but... I hate that. I hate not being able to change anything, I hate feeling this helpless. And I feel like the least I can do is be aware.

Now, at 7:30 pm, the wifi suddenly returned. That's always something.

As you can see, I can't really force my brain to put together sentences right now, it's much too feverish and dizzy for that. One thing I can do is post some photos. Taken a couple of days ago by my friend Oscar, after a trip to Forever 21 - which I bet you could tell by the outfit (at least when you see where all the stuff is from!).

Flower print top, burnt orange corduroy shorts and blue bag, Forever 21. Black leather belt, Gina Tricot. Flower print sunglasses, Urban Outfitters. Black leather litas, Jeffrey Campbell/Solestruck.com.

Haha. Just realized the first and last photos are almost 100% identical. Guess that's what happens when you choose the photos while on NyQuil.

OK. Time to go back to my half-sleep, half-awake Gossip Girl marathon. Take care, lovely people. I was just about to write "I miss you", but, well, that doesn't make any sense.

Oh, right - if you want to read about that time I went running wearing nothing but a pair of trainers, you should check out Aya's interview with yours truly, here!

A few words.

As some of you might have guessed, my last post was pre-scheduled. I wrote and posted it on Friday morning, a few hours before the unbelievable tragedy in Norway. When I heard about the attacks I had completely forgotten about my soon-to-be-posted "ten reasons to adore redheads"-post, and I very much hope noone was offended by it in any way.

My blog will be back in business soon. I just have a very hard time focusing on fashion and style and the likes when close to a hundred teenagers were shot and killed. And please don't tell me that tragedies happen all the time all over the world, I know, but you also know that this is the way our minds work. The closer to home, the harder to fathom and deal with.

Ronnie and I had plans to have dinner with some Swedish friends here in NYC yesterday, and we did, tried to distract ourselves. That didn't work out very well for me. After dinner we went to a bar, I tried to have fun and at times I did, but... Then I started thinking about my best friend. She died ten months ago and since then, every day has been an almost impossible struggle. Now I couldn't stop thinking about the hundreds, thousands, of people in Norway who will have to live with that loss. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, friends, colleagues, classmates, boyfriends, girlfriends of the innocent people killed.

So I cried, and I cried, and I cried, and I cried. For hours. (Today my eyes are so swollen I barely recognize myself in the mirror.) I'm pretty sure everyone regretted bringing me to that bar, I wasn't exactly a mood-booster. But then again, dancing on the tables didn't feel like the right thing to do this particular weekend (though I did try that, too).

Once again: my prayers go out to everyone involved in this indescribable tragedy.

And to you who read this blog, I'll be back tomorrow. Until then, take care of eachother and be safe.

Ten Terrific Reasons To Adore Redheads.

(I know I numbered these lovely ladies 1 - 10, but they are all equally terrific reasons to adore redheads.)

 1. The exquisite sixteen-year-old blogger sensation Ebba Zingmark. Elf-princess, anyone?

2. I fell head over heels for actress Amy Adams when I saw her in the amazing Sunshine Cleaning. Her acting and presence is natural, effortless and sensationally moving. Watch the film if you haven't already! 

3. I seriously have no idea how it's possible to be as fierce as Swedish blogger Cosette Munch. Like the most gorgeous and badass manga charachter who suddenly came to life.

4. Supermodel and University of Cambridge graduate. Lily Cole proves that you actually can have your picture taken for a living and still maintain a perfectly well-functioning brain. Who knew, right?! (Haha.)

5. Olivia Harrison. Attitude, beauty and style perfection.

6. It's quite simple, actually: If Emma Stone is in a comedy, I know it's worth watching. Superbad (LOVE IT!), Easy A, The Rocker... Yes, this even applies to movies that are generally considered complete and utter crap - I honestly enjoyed both Ghosts of Girlfriends Past and The House Bunny, all thanks to the talented and hilarious Ms Stone. Can't wait to see her in Crazy, Stupid, Love next week - and, of course, in her first "serious" drama lead role in The Help later this summer.

7. Ah, Angela Chase. My love! I've been desperately infatuated with Claire Danes' character from the greatest teen drama series of all times, My So-Called Life, ever since I first saw it at 12 years old. Just looking at her in this photo my heart starts beating faster.

8. Ummm... Julianne Moore. The world's most beautiful woman. Need I say mo(o)re?

9. Another of my teenage obsessions: Smoking hot and fabulous Shirley Manson of 90's rock band Garbage. Oh, how I wanted to look, talk, walk, write, sing and be exactly like Shirley all through high school. Well, can you blame me? (Listen to some Garbage awesomeness here, here and here!)

10. It's not like anyone could make a list of inspirational redheads and not include Christina Hendricks as Joan Holloway in Mad Men. There's so much sensuality and hotness in this woman, I can barely look at her without blushing.

We aaalmost made it onto the list:

Bonnie Wright

Milla Jovovich as Leeloo in The Fifth Element

Pippi Longstocking

Who did I forget? Who totally shouldn't have been on here? This list, just like this blog, might be according to me - but that doesn't mean I don't love to hear what you think!

Lost for words.

Photo: Aftonbladet

I can't even believe this.

I shop til I drop at Forever 21, I have sushi for lunch, coffee at Starbucks, I chat with our landlady about the heat, I go upstairs, turn on the airconditioner and then the computer, and I find out Oslo is being turned into a warzone.

My heart goes out to everyone involved. I can't even begin to fathom this tragedy, it's beyond words, beyond everything. I pray to God that no more attacks will follow and that everyone who can still be saved will be.

Read about the terror in Norway on CNN.com.

Sunshine on E 64th Street or The Betty Draper Shorts.

Yellow shirts, Weekday. White tank top with front pocket, Monki. Brown leather satchel (as always!), Vero Moda. Black sandals, Nilson. Old heart shaped glasses that I'm not sure where they're from... Urban Outfitters? Lipstick, "Red Revolution" by Maybelline.

I have a feeling I'm not allowed to complain as long as I'm in New York City. And trust me, I don't want to. But it's like I can't help myself! As soon as I sit down at the computer, my fingertips start doing their own little dance over the keys, and this is what they write:

IT'S TOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOT! Like walking around in an oven! In a sauna! In a desert! (Except that in the desert it's chilly at night, here the nights are just as warm!) IT'S TOOOO HOOOOOT HERE OKAY?!?!?!

Don't blame me, that's my fingers talking. You can't really blame them either, though: today it's a 100°F and not the slighest trace of a breeze. (Around 38°C.)

The reason why I can't seem to refrain from moaning and whining is that, well, I'm very sensitive to heat. When I tell people this, they assume that I don't like the heat. That I think it's more convenient and pleasant when it's not too hot. And... I do. Of course! But it's not that simple. When the weather is too hot for me, I get light-headed, a buzzing sound starts in my ears, I have trouble breathing, and then I pass out. To be honest, I think this has only happened once or twice in Sweden - but basically every time I've traveled to a warmer country. So I guess I really am living in the exact right place on Earth.

When I went shopping yesterday, I was very close to fainting a few times - but, luckily, through the years I've learnt a couple of things about preventing these... minor heat-strokes? - or whatever they are. As soon as I started feeling dizzy, I went into the closest air-conditioned store and sat down. On a chair or bench if possible, otherwise, right on the floor. Gulped down some water from the bottle in my bag, then went back out on the street before anyone could tell me to please not sit on the floor and drink water in their nice little boutique.

And, today is supposed to be even warmer than yesterday. I did have plans but I think they'll have to wait until a day when it's a bit cooler... and anyway, a little more shopping can't hurt!

Oh, what to say about the outfit above. It was really warm. I felt extremely sweaty and disgusting. Seriously, my hair was wet, and it sure wasn't raining. But my sandals have proven to be surprisingly comfortable - way more than any other shoes I brought, I like my heartshaped glasses that I've had forever and I might even say that I love my pale yellow 1950's shorts. They feel like a pair Betty Draper would wear out in her garden, with a sheer creme blouse and some mint green flats.

Other than that - sorry that the outfits aren't more fun. At night, when we change and go out, it's too dark to take photos. So the ones you get to see are my boring trying-to-surivive-the-heat-outfits. Please be patient and stick around, at least until the heatwave is over!