Sorry for not having written anything in quite a while. Just too much small stuff going on that's keeping me busy besides work. One piece of advice: never underestimate the hassle of setting up a bank account in a foreign country.

Anyways, working on Bombay Sapphire again – after mostly having helped out in other big projects for the past few weeks – and hoping to produce equally good results as with the posters and flyers. Another project for a candy packaging in which I was involved unfortunately didn't go our way, but maybe I'll post a couple of my 1001 sketches for it. Sure was fun nonetheless.

Also last weekend Felix and his girlfriend stopped by from London for a short but nice 24h visit. Enjoyed a great view, had a snow fight, got my feet wet, caught some sun rays – a true norwegian spring Sunday, I guess. From top to bottom: Oslo from above at Frogneseteren, Where's Waldo? at Øvresetertjern, coffee at a cafe right next to Slottsparken.

Eggiweggs. I would like... to smash them.

...I kinda have to agree.

And here's part two of my seven day journey. I'm gonna keep it bullet point style, else I'd have to write a friggin' novel. All of the following by the way without once having inhaled THC induced smoke. This better not mean I'm 'growing up' or something...

• Late arrival. Blow up difficulties. Midnight talkin'.
• Extended breakfast. Strolling through the capital. Pillow fighting. German-spanish conversations. Lots of vodka. Empty club tristesse. Full club fun. Cheap beer and cigarettes. Neck-breaking beats. Almost neck-breaking bike ride home.
• Lazy sunday at the park. Partially cloudy. KFC. TV. Sushi, mmmh.
• Den Haag, take one. Seeing familiar faces. Courtyard chilling. Café chilling. Screen print room chilling. Seemingly nothing has changed. Reminiscing. Long ride home. Korean noodles from back in the days.
• Rotterdam, here I come. Two broken headphones. %$&@!. Cruisin' through town on small bicycles. Hideous accumulation of architecture. Coke and apple pie. Bad case of cat allergy (first time). Wine at Cécile's. Beers at De Witte Aap. Intimate details. Short night.
• Slow start. Dark grey skies and rain. Wine hunting in miserable conditions. Miscommunication. Long walks on empty roads. Tired. Improvised franconian dinner – the Sauerkraut didn't go well. Comedy channel.
• Den Haag, take two. More familiar faces. Cutting prints. Folding prints. Carrying loads of cardboard. Sense of creative energy. Sense of 'stuff happening'. Sense of belonging. Feeling like I've never left. Short good-byes. Even shorter good-byes. In a rush. Creepy KLM check-in. Back in Oslo. Happy? I don't know.

Thank you Saskia, Cécile, Siebe, Ben, Claudia, Rebecca, Kate, Hae-Won, Fleur, Gauke, Barbara, Susan, Dylan and a couple more for the hospitality, the long conversations as well as the short encounters, the drunkeness and the many laughs. Really hope to be back soon...

Back from NL with the first of two updates. While over there, Saskia and me attended the World Pillow Fight Day in Amsterdam last Saturday. Even though we didn't participate due to lack of pillows and urge to rather take pictures, it was still loads of fun :D Fifteen minutes prior to the start it didn't look like much was gonna go down, so few people had shown up until then. But then pillow fighters from all over gradually sneaked in and made for a feathery mayhem – see for yourself. Next time I'm definitely joining the action...

Got a free minute here in Holland, so I'll squeeze in a couple of quick lines about last week's concert at John Dee. After seeing Girl Talk with Fredrika and Squarepusher with Stian, I was by myself again this time around when I went to the gig of japanese post rock band Mono. I hadn't listened to a single song of theirs beforehand, only knew they are among the likes of Explosions In The Sky or Godspeed You! Black Emperor and remembered Andrea once gushing about them back in Copenhagen.

But damn, it was good! Of course not the same sort of 'experience' as a Gregg Gillis, but intense nonetheless, on another level. These four produced sound full of bombast and opulence while maintaining a sort of cool, japanese indifference towards both crowd and, as it seemed, even their own music – with occasional outbursts of emotion towards the end. I loved how almost all their songs, 90% of which stretched over at least 10 minutes, usually started very minimalist and quiet but then developed into these massive walls of melodic noise. Definitely go see them, should they ever be in your area.

P.S. I promise this was the last concert post for a while, next one's in late May :)