I Want it All

This is a rant about fashion, and my plans for surviving winter without too many colds. Ignore if you're that way inclined.

I love military jackets with all my heart, and this season's versions has me dying. Burberry's coats (and their shearling leather aviator jackets, don't get me started). I missed out on Balmain's iconic military jacket, and still long for it. And so, when Kristine and I walked into Eger and rounded the corner where Marc Jacobs's coats hung, we looked at each other and collapsed. It was perfectly 'Soviet Russia'. Just look at it. For god's sake, it is beautiful. The details, the fit, the length, aaah.

But I really can't buy another expensive thing I don't desperately need, so I'll stick with the coat I bought last year. I'm saving for New York. Where they sell Kirkwoods. And to keep my feet dry and reasonably warm, I need a pair of sturdy boots. I want them big, bad and ugly, the only way to go. Frye make sturdy boots, though some models are a bit too cowboy for me.

Kristine, I was right: the perfect cashmere leopard print scarf exists. Made by Yves Saint Laurent, and it is more expensive than your coat. I'll go back to pretending Net-A-Porter does not exist, when I've given you the link. Leopard print is another passion, which coincides nicely with A/W 2010. My beloved leopard print ballerina flats are falling apart, so I clearly need something else I can wear to death.

Pretending at Culture

In more literary news, I am fascinated by the hypertex-like novel on Spotify, called 'Hurt'. Have a look at it in Spotify, Don't Let Go. From googling it, I see they call it an interactive audio novel. Which is not a bad name, I suppose. This just reinforces my feeling that literary theory is making a terrible mistake in not taking the internet into account.

Ian McEwan is in Norway in two weeks time, and Anette and I were devastated when we missed out on tickets to his reading at Litteraturhuset. But he's doing a reading/signing event at Tronsmo as well, so we'll get to see him after all. We're getting there at noon, armed to the teeth with coffee, books and sonnets so we can be productive while we wait. The Booker Longlist has been announced, I have not read any of them, but have heard of a good deal. There appears to be a lack of the usual outrage. 13 more books on the 'read!' list.

The Paris Review is always worth a quick read; poor Wilson writes wryly about discovering cynicism today. Have a look if only to pick out the allusions in the final paragraph – I love anyone who indulges in useless allusions, it means I can, too.

Pretending at Culture

In more literary news, I am fascinated by the hypertex-like novel on Spotify, called 'Hurt'. Have a look at it in Spotify, Don't Let Go. From googling it, I see they call it an interactive audio novel. Which is not a bad name, I suppose. This just reinforces my feeling that literary theory is making a terrible mistake in not taking the internet into account.

Ian McEwan is in Norway in two weeks time, and Anette and I were devastated when we missed out on tickets to his reading at Litteraturhuset. But he's doing a reading/signing event at Tronsmo as well, so we'll get to see him after all. We're getting there at noon, armed to the teeth with coffee, books and sonnets so we can be productive while we wait. The Booker Longlist has been announced, I have not read any of them, but have heard of a good deal. There appears to be a lack of the usual outrage. 13 more books on the 'read!' list.

The Paris Review is always worth a quick read; poor Wilson writes wryly about discovering cynicism today. Have a look if only to pick out the allusions in the final paragraph – I love anyone who indulges in useless allusions, it means I can, too.