Living the Dream

4 women 4 cities 4 goals

August 27, 2014
by Carina

She is here…

… and she is beautiful!

Very often I’m a stressed out Editor-in-Chief with crazy eyes, wild gestures, waving arms, a flood of words coming out of my mouth, with too many things to solve and too many ideas to turn into reality..
But today, at least for 2 seconds, I will take a break and just be a very proud Editor-in-Chief.

Let me introduce you to the fall issue of STIL.

Cover by photographer Morgan Norman.
It was the first time I worked with him, but definitely not the last.
He is actually the only photograper I have asked to come and see me for a meeting. I am very spoilt with amazing people wanting to show their work, but Morgan never contacted me. So I had to hunt him down after having gone through his portfolio on the homepage about a thousand times.
It was so much worth it!

I went to NYC together with Magnus Ragnvid and had a date with Mr Tommy Hilfiger. Magnus was holding the camera. I was talking and writing.



Morgan Norman and stylist Rebecca Cohen made a beautiful fashion story.




Andreas Lundberg and Gorjan Lauseger went to Scotland to shoot men’s fashion.



My fantastic Beauty Editor Åsa Östergren shows great looks, fantastic products and she also went to London with the Tom Ford team to find out more about Mr Ford and his amazing cosmetic line.



Photographer Patric Johansson, whom I have known since we were both assistants about 100 years ago, and interior stylist Camilla Krishnaswamy created rooms that bring out the most beautiful dreams.


Restaurant Un Poco, photographer Stefan Segolson and stylist Niklas Hansen made Italian food look even more irresistable than it already is.


This and very much more you can find on the 148 pages that just arrived.

I am so grateful for all the contributors who have been working so hard and with so much passion in order to bring the ideas and the moodboards I had, to reality.

Love you all!



C (and Tommy)


August 26, 2014
by Viveka
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It’s never too late…


… to be a bridesmaid, apparently.

I didn’t think walking down the aisle was going to be part of my journey, but then life is full of surprises.

So this weekend I had the honour of being part of a magnificent group of girls, who paved the way for our very own Laura, of this here blog, as she walked down the aisle towards a new life with her new husband.

Here’s a sneaky peak of me in the full bridesmaid get-up and the view from where it all (well, where 1/3 of the 3-day Ibiza wedding extravaganza) took place, more to come soon…




Thank you Mr and Mrs Barwick-Maggs for having me!


August 22, 2014
by Viveka

Tip of the Week – Piece of Mind Ibiza

Whenever I go to Ibiza, which frankly isn’t often enough, but there’s only so much time in a day, in a month, in a year… I digress! Whenever we do find the time to go to our beloved little island, one of the absolute musts on the to-do-list is a visit to a Hippy Market.

As soon as you disembark on the White Island, (and learn to ignore the drunken cheap-and-cheerful party tourists) if you’re anything like me, you’ll start yearning for a more laid-back style, colourful caftans, ethnic ponchos, and hippy-chic accessories to complete your Ibiza look. And the best place to procure these types of items is most definitely the Hippy Markets, of which Las Dalias is my first choice, but they’re all great in their own way.

The most colourful of the stalls, both literally and metaphorically, is undoubtedly Piece of Mind Ibiza, with its bright mix of South American vintage ponchos, handmade Moroccan leather boots, and anything from dog collars to hammocks to let you fully embrace a Gypset life style….









You can find Piece of Mind Ibiza, all summer long at the markets:

PUNTA ARABI – ES CANAR – WEDNESDAYS FROM 10AM TO 7PM (In the nice, cool, shady part, at the back, under the trees)





Happy Hippy Shopping!


For more information about Ibiza Hippy Markets, click here…

August 21, 2014
by Melanie

Through the Looking Glass

I have been thinking over the past few weeks about what it would be like to not have children.

There are a couple of reasons for this.

The first is that there seems to have been a recent flurry of pieces about women who have chosen this path, and the family and societal pressures often felt by them about their decision.

The second is that I have been living vicariously through a lovely and wonderful couple I know, who do not have children, and who have just returned from (what Facebook-appears to have been) a brilliant, indulgent, memory-making holiday complete with music festivals, private dinners, first class lounges and airline PJs.

I have watched their holiday and imagined myself doing the same things – seeing those sites, having those experiences, enjoying quality time with family and friends, living purely in the moment – all of which occur without having to worry about children.

And when I say worry, I don’t mean “deal with”. Because I have come to realize that this particular emotion – worry – is inextricably linked with having children.

When your child is born, you hand over your life. It is not only that you cease to exist as an individual with self-directed thoughts, dreams and spending habits. Your life actually becomes secondary to the life of your babies, and you worry about them, without end, forever.

To expand a little on the pervasiveness of this, I find that I even fret about the safety and well being of my grandchildren. Now, given that my own children are currently eight and four, worrying about grandchildren might seem at best premature and at worst somewhat loopy.

But I bet I’m not alone…  right?

Of course the other end of the spectrum to this worry is the love, the ocean of love that expands your heart exponentially when you see and hold your children. And that is a privilege.

But I no longer live my life with own needs, desires and preferences at the forefront. And I worry for and about my children – their health, their development, their safety, their future world – quite a good bit of the time.

So I have been wondering what life would be like through the looking glass.

As I wrote in my first post, I feel like having children caused me to lose myself, and my goal here was to re-know and regain myself.

What I have learned over recent months is that I won’t ever be the same as I was.

The number one difference between the BC (Before Children) me and the AD (After Darlings) me is that I no longer come first, and I don’t make my decisions based on me. I realize that this will be the same forever.

Would I change that? No. My children bring me great happiness and provide real meaning in my life, and I am thankful for them every day.

But I also deeply appreciate, and sit somewhat in awe of, lives that are lived richly and fully and pretty much for the sole joy and benefit of the beholders.

Because despite all the fears and anxieties I feel for my children, it is a remarkable world and our time here is brief. So whatever our choices, we should own them and make the most of what comes next.





I considered calling this piece “Sliding Doors”, like the film. I think there is relevance there – being the life that might otherwise be lived. But my having children wasn’t a chance occurrence, so in that way, the film reference seemed a little flippant.

My thoughts here are based on the choices that women make. I know there are many who dearly want to have children but find that choice is not theirs to make. My heart aches for them.





August 20, 2014
by Carina

A city dressed in pink


This is what it looks like when married couples, siblings, friends and brothers-in-law do things together.

On Saturday night my city got dressed up in pink. Or at least about 40 000 of us did, in order to take part in the yearly Stockholm Midnight Run. The T-shirt is the starting bib, and this year it was pink. Like it or not, without the T-shirt – no start.

With the injuries I’ve had over the last 10 months and considering the bad shape I’m in I wasn’t even sure that I would take part in the race. But when suddenly a couple of free spaces showed up in my start group (2a) a week ago, I decided to give it a try.


My view minutes before the starting shot.

Was I prepared? Not at all. Did I enjoy it? Hell yes!

Or to be honest, the run itself was actually a battle. The first two kilometres I was just frustrated that there were too many pink backs in my way that I couldn’t pass, even if my legs had much more to give. Around 7 km in I was seriously questioning what the hell I was doing and started to think that maybe I had the slow speed and all those pink backs in the beginning to thank for the fact that I could still run. When the last horrible hill piled up infront of me I looked down and visualised my favourite bridge, Västerbron, instead of the long climb I was actually doing.  That helped me pass several runners even though I’m really rather bad at uphill running. On the finishing stretch I was tired, my legs were heavy, my foot was hurting and the illuminated finishing line seemed to move away from me even though I was fighting to get closer to it.

But hey! I did it. And I passed the line at 48 minutes and 37 seconds. Not fantastic, but better than last year’s 49.22. And I ended up in 82:nd place in my age group where 1870 runners started and in place 657 of all the 14009 women who finished the race. Not bad for a lazy, injured lady, who drank a bottle of wine the night before the run.

And if you drink a bottle the night before, you definetely have to do it again the night after. And since it was already night when we were done, we had no time to lose.

Gather the gang, jump on the shuttle buss for the runners and as quickly as possible get home for a swim in the sea and some Cava and cheese, until the sun came up and told us it was time to go to bed.




Next race coming up in almost exatly one month. In my old hometown Borås this time. To travel 450 km to run 10 and then travel 450 back, there must be something I like about this running thing…




August 19, 2014
by Viveka

Life as I know it, for now…


‘There are no grown-ups. We suspect this when we are younger, but can confirm it only once we are the ones writing books and attending parent-teacher conferences. Everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently.’

I was already on to this when I read a great article recently, about understanding the different phases of your life. What had started as a sneaking suspicion, grew into serious doubt, when more and more frequently I would see people who I had defined as ‘real grown-ups’, being really silly. Reading this quote, the penny finally dropped and it all made sense…

‘There are no grown-ups’.

I found this both liberating and comforting.

And I found that this quote and the rest of the article stayed with me. Partly because it was well written and quite amusing, and partly because it makes a lot of sense to take stock, and try to understand what a certain phase of your life is about while you’re in it.

So I wanted to take a proactive approach to understanding what the 40-something years are to me.

After letting the circus that is my mind run riot for a while, I tried to make sense of the activity in there and harness some kind of conclusion, and what I have come up with is this:

I think, (today… but I am a Gemini and I reserve my right to totally change my mind tomorrow) that our 40’s are about Choosing and Taking Charge.

We can no longer just go along for the ride. We realize that actually, we may not be invincible, that life isn’t (just) a party, and that conscious decisions and plans have to be made in order to be happy.

Looking around at my peers, several people I know have chosen to leave fancy jobs in banking or advertising in favour of being a yoga teacher or following a more spiritual path.

Some people choose to leave their partner and embark on a search for something different.

Lots of people, I hope, will choose to remove the rose-tinted glasses and realize that your relationships (whether with your partner, family or friends) aren’t ever just going to be a dance on roses. Instead it’s something that we need to constantly work on. As we evolve, so do our relationships, and the key to maintaining them must surely be to accept them as perpetual works-in-progress and then to choose to keep working at it?

Many people are happy in the status quo, and as long as it’s your choice, and you are in charge of your life, I believe ‘a rest is as good as a change’.

If you are more happy than sad, then choose to continue down that road, but if the opposite is true, maybe it’s time to start looking at your options, and make some changes?

As long as the end result is that you choose your path, and then dedicate yourself to it.


As for me, I choose to be happy!
And to work at it every day.




Quote and article mentioned from Pamela Druckerman for The New York Times.
Image courtesy of the beautiful and inspiring Art Of Doing Yoga Blog.

August 12, 2014
by Viveka

Say Hello…

While I’ve been rambling on about Rio, (which by the way I am no way finished with, I still have some photos to share…) I have been on another whirlwind tour. This time, it was the turn of my motherland to be ‘graced’ with my presence.

The tour started in Gothenburg, or as we like to call it, Göteborg, with a quick pit stop in Borås, before moving on to Växjö (it was basically a tour of Sweden’s awkward letters) and Laxvik to catch up with family.

Of course no visit to Sweden is complete without paying homage to the capital, thus my final destination was Stockholm, where several of my bestest and oldest (referring to the length of our friendships clearly!) girlfriends reside.

Wherever I’ve been during this trip, I have been with loved ones, re-charging the batteries by spending time with the people that mean the most to me.

Prompted by our Gypset style post last week, but also the way I’ve spent the last few weeks, or indeed this year so far, I got to thinking about my Gypsy lifestyle. I’m not always, although I do as often as circumstances allow, wear kaftans, which for me signify Gypset boho style, but I do seem to move around as much as Les Gens du Voyage. (A French expression referring to people who move around without a fixed address).

This is mostly a fabulous way to live, and I feel fortunate and grateful to be able to do so, but the downside is, that I am always leaving someone behind. If I can be melancholy for a moment, it’s like I’m always at home, but I’m always away. I’m almost always with someone I’ve missed, but I’m always missing someone.

I’m always saying Hello while waving Goodbye… And sometimes that’s hard, and tears are often close.

But, as I said, it’s also rather fabulous.

Goodbye Sweden, Hello Amsterdam!



August 6, 2014
by Carina
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Gypset Style

Sometimes, when I have time, I dig into my books of inspiration.

Have you seen Gypset Style by Julia Chaplin?

Every time I look in it I get the urge to move out, preferably to a tree house or a conservatory and spend the rest of my life in a kaftan dress.

Is it the gypsy in me talking?










August 5, 2014
by Viveka

Rio Obsession…

While I still have some major cities to tick off on my travel to-do-list, most notably New York… (I know, I know! Let’s say I’m saving the best till last…), I have also been fortunate enough to see a few of the world’s more spectacular cities; LA, Miami, Sao Paulo, Cape Town and Sydney leading the chart. But whoever was No1 until last month, and it was a tough call between Cape Town and Sydney, they’ve all slipped down in favour of this little gem:


You may be surprised about the term ‘little’ above. Rio is not a small city, but it’s all about perspective. To quote the driver, who picked me up from the airport and showed me my first few glimpses of this amazing place; Rio es pequeño. It may not be a small city in most people’s minds, but next to Sao Paulo, the BIG city, it’s like a village.

I caught my first glimpse of the illuminated, dressed for the night, Christ the Redeemer on that first drive through the city, and throughout my stay there, he was always around, wherever I went he was there, and by the end of my stay, he had become a full-blown obsession.

This made it an easy decision to spend the unexpected premium required for a helicopter ride to see him up close, and it was worth every penny. Once again, Rio brought tears of joy to my eyes, and I can only describe those moments as magical. But really, no words are enough to describe the feeling of hovering in front of such an iconic, and beautiful, 30m towering sculpture, against the back-drop of the most beautiful city in the world…