superb candied almonds statement

(Gina Tricot spaghetti strap top & cap, H&M New Icons lace up shorts, old faux fur-thing, BikBok 70 den tights, Scorett boots, Mango trash-bag-look-a-like-but-still-just-a-bag, random jewelry)


a hot apple cider kind of fairytale

(Patriots t-shirt thrift find, Cubus manchester bell bottoms, Riverland vintage boots, H&M bag, Pull & Bear jacket)
This is what I wore for the event of roaming around Öland for the art-night and the autumn harvest festival. It's a huge local thing happening here each September that I actually hadn't ever visited until last night - and now I find it kind of hard to describe the feeling you get stuffing your bag with extra socks and knitted mittens, driving through cornfields around midnight, passing by random funfairs with blinking carrousels, stopping at galleries and local farmers' markets seemingly out in nowhere crammed with happy people. A lot of candles(EVERYWHERE, I'm 99% sure there were people lurking in the bushes with matches ready to re-candle every light that dared go out, there's no other resonable explanation to the hundreds of candles and torches), pumpkins, creativity in all shapes and hot apple cider.

From now on, this will be an annual thing. Period.

Oh - the clothes, the clothes... I am equal parts ashamed and proud that these are my favorite comfy-pants ever. It's weird how manchester flared pants always seems appropriate in my world. 
Apple/pear bonanza.

Hot appel with ginger and black pepper under candle stars

I went without makeup and by the end of the night I felt like the bright-eyed-pink-cheeked protagonist of an Austin novel. 

Paper-thin porcelain lanterns were everywhere.

Visiting the Capella Garden school feels sort of like walking into a fairytale. A ceramics, textile, carpentry, all organic, garden, apple, walnut honey etc fairytale that smells like mintchocolate/lime/nutmeg scented geranium. The students are so gifted that you leave feeling slightly inferior yet humble to their genius. 

Also I left smelling like rosemary lotion and buckthorn oil, munching on big squares of mint chocolate(yes that's a big favorite) and planning to steal their amazingly perfect recipe for spicy hot apple beverages.
It's a very specific kind of evening when you spend it in someones barn out in nowhere, dressed in flared manchester pants, with a band playing on an old Volkswagen truck, eating soup served in papermugs and drinking hot apple cider because it just goes with everything.

Yeah... I doubt I even remotely caught the magic that was last night. Loved it so much.