Saturday I attended the annual Oslo Awards. These things are full of celebs and people with fashion cred, so I had planned to take a bunch of pictures for you. But as I’ve experienced earlier, taking pictures in dark crowded places isn’t easy. The dull people are always standing in the way of the gorgeous people and once they move you just have a second to get the shot. Too bad cause there were a lot of great outfits. Instead of the pictures here’s a list of trends I picked up:

Waist belts

Leggings under dresses

Jeans, jeans, jeans

Motorcycle jackets

Fingerless driving gloves

Chanel quilted handbags

Leopard prints

Shorts

Surprisingly much 80’s inspired looks, all looking surprisingly fresh

Some of the bad outfits were bad because they were overkill. Don’t get me wrong, I always defend that people should wear what they want, but I also defend freedom of speech:

The vintage dress from hell (I love vintage, but it’s not cool JUST because it’s vintage!)

Cropped over cropped over cropped

Sequined from head to toe

Bling bling (Wearing all your rhinestone jewelry and your most skimpy dress at the same time isn’t cool, and at least not in the middle of winter!)

To put my self on the spot: I was wearing the black mod dress I got from Vintage Amore with a black headband and high heeled black boots. I was the only one there going for more of a 60’s look except for a couple of Twiggy hairstyles. (The 60’s never reached Norway this time around, maybe bacause none of the budget stores really picked up that trend.)

My Saturday started with breakfast at Hotel Havana. This is a delicatesse store that also sells the most amazing sandwiches. It doesn’t even cost much and the people there are beyond nice. Aioli, fresh baked bread, manchego, choritzo… I’m planning on making this a Saturday ritual.

Afterwards, after some jewelry making at home, I went to the opening of an art exhibition called Touching the Invisible. And I know this is not a club, but it might just as well have been. One of the pieces was a bar that mixed you drinks according to your brainwaves.

1. I’m having my brainwaves analysed at the Brainbar. 2. The artist is telling me what I should read into the drink. Apparently he thought it had something to do with my fur collar which made the machine give me a blood red drink. This was of course just a joke. The real reason was that I was too stressed out. The drink didn’t taste all that good, but they had free beer so the night was saved.

I was much better at Brainball. Here you play two and two and you’re supposed to move a ball with your brainwaves. I won most of the time as I was mellow. (Maybe this was after a few beers.)

This exhibition has been around the world, so if it comes to your place you should check it out. It was the most fun art I have seen in ages.

Last night I was at a party at this new place called Champagneria. There were free drinks and tapas and the espering soul star Sofian was singing. Some lucky people (including myself) also got his CD. The place was packed with Norwegian celebs and fashion people, so I wanted to catch some of them on camera for you. This proved to be difficult since the place was very crowded. But for my first attempt of taking pictures of innocent people I guess you can bear with me…

1. The bartender is mixing me a drink. 2. Me drinking it.

1. Often concidered one of the best dressed women in the country, Marthe Krogh. 2. The fashion editor of the Norwegian Cosmopolitan wearing a fur trimmed coat.

1. A striped shirt mixed with a denim vest. 2. Innocent top with military jacket.

1. The author BÃ¥rd Torgersen reading from his latest book. 2. The splendid Sofian.

This has really not much to do with fashion, but clubbing is an excellent way of showing off your outfits. This Saturday I started the evening with beer, tapas and concerts at an art exhibitoion called Kiss the Frog. Afterwards I went to this strange pub that I just adore: Spasibar. It features bisarre interior and special this night was performance art (which I don’t get at all). Typical Spasibar clientele are art students. (Meaning that no one will even care what you wear and you can get as drunk as you want.) To this event I was wearing a grey t-shirt with a vest on top, a fur collar, rhinestone earrings and jeans tucked inside brown boots.