This morning around 6 am I woke up to the sirens of fire engines and helicopters circling around our house like angry hornets over a jar of strawberry jam. Ignoring them was impossible even though I tried with the ‘pillow-over-head-trick’ nothing worked. So after only 3 hours of restless sleep Jannik and I tumbled onto the balcony and found a horrible scenario. They say that where there is smoke, there is fire. And this was indeed the case this morning. A house just a skip down the hill was going

The tough thing about being an actor in LA is not all the auditions, the scenes in your movies where you have to cry on cue or all the smoking hot competing actresses with perky breast implants, fake contacts and a serious eating disorder. No. It’s LA it self and all the waiting that’s going on in The City of Angels. Everybody out here knows the ‘hurry up and wait-syndrome’. It’s a syndrome that keeps you on your toes, stressed out, and very often waiting for somebody to get back

It is always a little sad when a friend leaves LA to go back to Europe. When they pack their overweight merchandise and whole lives into the super-size-me suitcases with little wheels on them and head out to LAX it hits me like a truck. It feels like one of my devoted warriors is abandoning the fort and leaving me and my team behind, standing one woman less in this battle called life. A goodbye always make me contemplate if I’m on the right team. If I’m fighting the right

Tonight we were invited to a big party in Santa Monica at hotel Loewe’s. Santa Monica Pier celebrates 100 years tonight with tremendous fireworks ( July 4th go home!). Everyone in the hotel biz turned up cool and collected in suits, dresses, big-up style hairdos and name tags. Very ‘So Cal’ style with a beachy twist. With a first class view to the Pier and the beach I arrived in my torn jeans and denim jacket no makeup look and felt a bit under dressed, which usually never is the

2 of my Swedish addictions at the moment: Lykke Li & Miike Snow. Here in a concert together. A while ago I went to Swedish icon and recording artist Lykke Li’s concert at my favorite club here in Hollywood Bardot. She is sooo fashion it stings like a vicious hornet. And the self sufficient in-crowd in Hollywood felt a bit intimidated and very curious about this little Nordic Sirene dressed in black from top to toe with the most intriguing voice and a hard core Inglewood hip-hoppers attitude. I loved