Last week me and my friend Calle took his car and did a little day-trip to the Nordic Akvarell (water colour) museum, about an hour outside of Gothenburg. I've been wanting to visit this place for so long so I was pretty excited, even though the forecast wasn't looking too promising (as pretty much every day here in the north).
Fun fact: My French ancestors used to be pirates. Way back. This way they got pretty wealthy and at some point they had a cherry farm where they created Kirsh de Fougerolles, a type of strong liquor which ended up getting quite famous. Then they lent all their money to Napoleon and didn't get a single penny back. Quel connard.
My darling Olivia. To think that I met her in Tokyo when we both were sixteen in the chaotic world of the modeling industry, and since then we've stuck together through all kinds of rough, lovely and strange experiences.
She is the purest form of free spirit you'll ever meet, always wearing her heart on her sleeve, dances when she wants to, runs away when she wants to, compl...