Next up in our Portrait Session series is Alberto Moreno, visual merchandiser for H&M home and general badass. Don’t mess with him. He will eat your babies. He’s also an excellent freestyle rapper.

Anyway, first out is Bosse Lindwall and Adriana Ferreira Olvera. Bosse is a kickass foreign correspondent for Swedish television and Adriana is his wife and producer (when she’s not busy being a kickass lawyer).

El Vikingo actually spotted Bosse last year while were having lunch at Mog in Roma. He nudged me and said “hey, see that guy over there? He looks just like a famous Swedish journalist.”

“You should go over and say hi,” I said. But being ever so Swedish El Vikingo looked at me like I was a village idiot and said “that’s not now how it works in Sweden. You can’t just go up to a stranger and say hi. He’ll think I’m a weirdo. Pfff. Donkey.”

But then just a few days later Bosse found El Vikingo on twitter and sent him a message, and now we are proud to call Bosse and Adriana great friends, and we all lived happily ever after (especially happy after eating lunch at their house — they are both awesome cooks).

I’m not gonna tell which notes the perfume has, because, honestly, who cares? All you need to know that it was approved by my nose.

Thanks, Guerlain, for engraving my name on the bottle. Now do it on Ryan Gosling!

P.S. This awesome piece of photographic art was created by El vikingo and me

The hipster drinking glass, otherwise known as the Mason jar, dates back to the 1850s when a hipster cowboy called John Mason came up with a totally cool new way of drinking water. Instead of using a glass like the boring normal people, he realized he could drink water from a jar. So he designed his own and named it after himself. The jar also turned to be great for preserving food stuff, like marmalades and such, which is why so many hipsters today are into food.

I bought mine up in San Antonio for about a dollar. They are perfect for bringing my oatmeal breakfast to the office. Somebody told me you can find them in Palacio de Overpriced shit now, but probably for about 1000 pesos a jar. Thought about smashing mine when I heard that. Cause you know, now they lost all hipster cred, just like DIY pallet furniture and cupcakes. It’s OVER! But then I thought, fuck it. I like my hipster jars too much. I’m keeping them.

P.S. This awesome piece of photographic art was created by El vikingo and me

Last year I saw the Grace Coddington’s book everywhere. I saw on instagram, on blogs, in people’s bathrooms. Everyone was getting it for Christmas. Except me. Santa fucked up.

I was dying to read it. I, like millions of other girls, fell in love with Grace when I watched The September Issue. She was so damn cool with her burning bush hairstyle, and probably the only one in the building with the guts to stand up to the wicked witch Wintour. She was the kind of woman I’d like to be when I grow up. I’d even want her hair.

The book reviews have been so so, and one part reviewers have been hating on is an entire chapter dedicated to her cats and their personalities. But for me, being a crazy ass cat lady, this just makes me want to read it even more.

I haven’t started it yet. I’ve been saving it for the coming long weekend. I mean, fuck going to beach. My plan is to read, drink lots of tea and eat plenty of cookies, snap a few photos, and pet my cats (and boyfriend). Purrfection.

I’ll get back to you with a report when I’m done.

P.S. This awesome piece of photographic art was created by El vikingo and me

Tray: IKEA
Bowl: Anthropologie
Archirequeterecontra beautiful plate: Anthropologie

I used to spend my money on clothes. Now I buy stuff for the apartment. Am I getting old?

P.S. This awesome piece of photographic art was created by El vikingo and me

Light: IKEA

Going to IKEA is like going to a paradise. Everything is so dang cool. You don’t have to sell your shirt to buy it, and you want everything you see. I don´t know what those Swedes are doing to give me the I-WANT-EVERYTHING-IKEA effect. But it’s working.

On my last visit I bought this beautiful tealight lantern. I love lanterns. They are the easiest way to bring warmth and cozyness to your home. My favorite thing to do after long day at work is to turn the lights off, light a few tealights and curl up on the couch with my boys (the boyfriend and the cats), a cup of tea (the flavor of the day is four red fruits) and a magazine. Happiness is a lit lantern.

P.S. This awesome piece of photographic art was created by El vikingo and me

Sometimes (more like all the time) I like to dream that I´m an interior stylist.

Lamp: Bought (and probably overpaid for) at Mercado de Cuauhtémoc
Clock: IKEA (El Vikingo needed something loud to get him out of bed in the mornings to make me breakfast)
Step stool: IKEA
Magazines: Esquire, Vogue, Encens
Frame: Target (or was it Clas Ohlson?)
Picture: An ad from a Swedish magazine from the 1920s that El Vikingo brought from home.

I could spend hours every day (and I do) looking at Interior design photos. I have a long list of Interior design blogs I visit daily, I have pinterest board laden with my favorite interior design pictures, and I read every interior decoration magazine I can find. So it would be safe to say I’m an interior design junkie.

My obsession started a couple of years ago when I lived in Sweden. Every damn place I visited was kick ass. Of course, those lucky bastards live in the country of IKEA and good design taste, so I wouldn’t except anything less. But oh, Sweden, you are so damn cool (you bastards!). From the moment I saw the first Swedish apartment I started dreaming about having one of my own. Back then, however, I was a poor student barely surviving on pasta and beer, so there was no chance in hell I’d be able to afford one.

And after Sweden I moved to Mexico City to find a job to start saving up for my dream trip to Shanghai (where I would again be a poor student feeding on noodles and Tsing Tao), so my fantasy of having a Swedish style flat-pack apartment would have to wait.

Now I’m back in Mexico City and have been here for about two years. Not sure how long we’ll stay or where we’ll go when we finally move, but what I do know is that there’s no point in waiting any longer. I’m want my Swedish style home and I’m starting right now.

The living room is the first to be Sweded. It’s far from done, but what do you think — am I on the right track?

He snapped these pictures of me yesterday, while we were out on one of those walks. I decided to post them because, after all, my blog is my memory box and the time I’m living now is worth remembering. OMG, I’m so sentimental. It’s because be my birthday is standing behind the corner waiting to whack me over the head. I always turn into an emotional puddle around my birthday. Getting older just sucks.