N O V E L E T T E

I cannot beleive it. What a beautiful and moving film. It was easter sunday, the sun was shining and I was lying on the livingroom floor tucked in my leopard print woolen blanket with my boyfriend next to me. We were watching Meryl Streep getting handsome rebel male visitors to her farm in Africa. I want a farm in Africa, it looks great, I envy the solitude and who do not want men flying in once in a while? I got very inspired to write and I can see that my first publication is getting closer. Until then I have to use my writing skills and womanly seduce to get fresh and inspiring work in to our studio. (John Barry is divine)

I met Guro at Patisserie Valerie for cake and champagne. It was her birthday. After the black forest gateau and a double chocolate slice we went to a vernissage at the Museum 52. We were mesmerised by a painting with pebbles. Then she went to Fabric with the american chicks. I went with Gilles to the Chapel on Penton road for a drink with Sandro and his team. We had caipirinhas, we walked to Shoreditch, we had pizza in Furnace and we walked home. On the way I spotted a bundle of wunderbaum.

I went to the gym to attend a water aerobic class. It was cancelled, the teacher is pregnant. I decided to swim instead and then the receptionist told me that the hot water did no longer work. I replied that I didn`t mind a cold shower. Actually it was very refreshing and the rain did not feel as cold. I just ordered tickets for the Gilberto Gil concert in the Barbican in june. I cannot wait to see him on stage. I also booked tickets for the cinema to see a documentary about Vinicius de Moraes and Black Orpheus. Brasil, o pais tropical. Eu tem saudade.

Je mange un orange. Je suis fatigué. Un peut des vitamines, ça c`est bon. J`ai beaucoup de faire , je ne veut pas faire rien! C`est tout!

How wonderful lazyness can be! I have spent a fair amount of money today bying a new dress and a pair of shoes, a desk-tidy, a diamond ring and a necklace in perspex from Tatty Divine. The latter has written Gilles in blue with a heart dangling of it. Oh, I forgot to mention a lovely colourful beachbag. I just called Gilles to say I love him and that I feel tired and that I have to go home. It is only four thirty. I will buy some groceries and go home to clean the fridge and the kitchen and maybe I will make a bread. I had a mouse jumping on my feet this morning, I was so surprised, I screamed and I dropped the avocado on the floor.

Det er søndag, det er sent og det er nà det begynner. Jeg er 28 og et halvt àr gammel. Snart blir jeg tretti og jeg har som màl à ha en bokutgivelse som bursdagsfest. Jeg har vœrt en flittig dagbokskriver siden jeg var 15 og det er pà tide at jeg samler alt, uredigert vel og merke, i et volum. Boka heter tretti og jeg skriver under pseudonymet Novelette. Det betyr at jeg kan skrive alle navn og steder og late som at det er fiksjon. Det er fortsatt søndag, dagen hvor jeg er mest inspirert til alt og hvor jeg gjerne sitter dagen lang pà kontoret, drikker øl og kanskje røyker en sigarett. Søndag har ofte sol og føles varmere enn andre ukedager. Det er ingen som ringer, folk er opptatt av seg selv pà søndager. Det er nettopp derfor jeg sitter her i fred. Mai sitter ved lysbordet og Gilles sitter pà andre siden av skrivepulten. Vi hører pà Herbie Hancock og snart skal vi til Favela Chic for à møte Cecile. Hun er pà snarvisitt fra New York. Boa Noite.