Winter is here. It feels as if the snow buried my creativity, and I had to face it inorder to restore balance from within. I figured the best way to clear one’s head is to spend time in nature, far away from other human beings. The snow almost swallowed me whole, I felt as if I was swimming in it. A real Fimbul Winter. I might have dug up my creativity as I snapped some photos, because I instantly felt more alive posing in the icy wind. It’s been a while, I whispered to the trees. Time to get back into my viking game…For real.
I hope you’d like to see more photos, because that’s what’s coming.
Geiranger is one of Norway’s most famous tourist sites. It is believed that the name “Geiranger” stems from the old norse words “Geirr” (spear) and “angr” (fjord). The Geiranger fjord is 15 kilometers long, and 600-1500 meters wide. Signs of settlement in the area can be dated back to as early as 10 000 years ago – and it is believed that most of those inhabitants were reindeer hunters. Findings that indicate settlements from the younger Bronze Age have also been found in the area around the fjord. Today, there are approximately 230 people living in Geiranger. Do not let this fool you, if you decide to visit Geiranger you will not be alone; there are SO many tourists there! I met a biker gang of over 30 Brazilians as I gazed upon the fjord this summer (lol.. not to worry -they were very friendly and goofy and I helped them take group photos) Anyways – I am still amazed at how beautiful my country is. Don’t get me wrong – I love traveling to other countries, but there is just something extra about the “Troll energies” 😉
This summers adventures took us places that we hadn’t seen before as we drove several miles on narrow norwegian roads. Suddenly it was as if something whispered;“take a turn, stop, breathe.” Those whispers guided us to a pit stop at Huldefossen, in Førde, Norway – A beautiful, magical place in the fjords of Norway. A few cows and sheep gathered around us, as if huldra herself was kulning by the waterfall. Who knows, maybe she was.
I didn’t realize how much I had missed the mighty mountains until I arrived at Gudvangen. Norwegian fjords and mountains makes me feel more centered, more alive. There was mead, there was laughter and there was ancient vibes. I met old, yet new friends (if that makes any sense). This was the beginning of my western Norwegian road trip, and as I am writing this, there are still more viking markets to go. Still, I wish the season was longer.. because meeting likeminded souls is a rare thing…even amongst likeminded people.
This is pretty much what my dream (long)house looks like. If I was filthy rich, I would build a reconstruction like this one right away! These photos were taken a few years ago, under the construction of the Gildehall in Horten. I was there long before they opened the Hall for the public eye and managed to snap these photos. I think it looked pretty amazing this way, as I am quite the fan of wood – but I must say that the blackish paint it sports now looks badass like Hel. I am going to Midgardblot this year too, and that will be a good chance to take quite a few photos of what it looks like these days. Photographing at the site will probably happen before that, though. My my iron horse (*cough* mercedes benz) and I frequently pass the area on our way to visit my parents and I often make a stop at Borrehaugene to breathe some norse vibes.
so tell me; Are you going to Midgardsblot this year?
Styling, makeup modeling– she Photography: Kristian V
Decided to dress in medieval inspired gear, channel some shieldmaiden vibes and take quite a few photos the other day. It was cold as a Fimbulwinter outside, even though it doesn’t look that way, but it was good fun! Luckily, this location is literally right outside my parents house, so I could run inside afterwards- throw all the armor to the ground and enjoy a hot cuppa in front of the fireplace. I used to play in these woods as a kid, or rather – meditate in front of trees for hours. Yes – I was that boring, and of course a sworn tree hugger hippe spirit kind of kid. Bet you didn’t know that. Anyways – I love these items from my dusty wardrobe. Come to think of it – I could easily dress like this every day. The sword would make riding public transportation somewhat of a hassle due to weapon regulations, but hey – other than that, I doubt anyone in Oslo would bat an eye. That’s the beauty of living in a big city- no one cares, they’ve seen pretty much everything before.
BLablabla – I’ll post more pictures from this shoot very soon.
Dress: Bik Bok
Belt and muffs: Claire’s
pelt: From a vintage shop in Nice, France
Ta daaaa – looking pretty basic today. Well -This is actually my second outfit of the day. Sometimes, I change clothes when I get home just to have a shift in energies. I wore something completely different to uni – something as rare as… trousers! I know, right? Strange and unusual (and quite revolutionary!) for someone who refused to wear that garment for over a decade. Come to think of it – I don’t think I’ve ever let myself get photographed in trousers… Maybe I ought to change that. Anyways, these outfit posts still feel a tad weird to me. But here ya go! hope you’re all having a good start to the week.
Two yarn winders for beechwood. The balls are balls of yarn;)
Tent Frames. These objects were too fragile to be mounted in the correct position
Authentic viking shoes. Behoooold!
Mystical rune inscription that possibly reads “unwise person”
Chests, Boxes and Various Wooden Containers:
“The Oseberg grave was rich in chests, boxes and casks. The beautiful metal-bound buckets of yew-wood with gilded bronze fittings, were probably produced in England or Ireland. The Oseberg grave contained neither jewelry nor precious metals. Some of these items may have been deposited in this damaged chest and removed by the grave robbers who broke into the chamber.”
Text: The Viking Ship Museum, UiO Photos: Sól Geirsdóttir
Greetings from the North! Yule is upon us and Tis the season to be preparing oneself for a traditional Heathen celebration – Mead, meat and honey, family and loved ones. Be good to each other, people of Midgard. You never know what people around you might be struggling with and the gods knows that it is cold enough here already.
Setesdal Farmstead, (anno 1739)
I wore Viking Bling, vintage cross fox fur and a deep red lipstick.
Made a spontaneous decision to visit Norsk Folkemuseum last weekend (living in Oslo makes it easy to do stuff like this.) Besides, I’m not much of a party lion -getting cultural inspiration is much cooler than clubbing;) If you have followed my blog for a while you’re probably well aware of my fascination for old buildings, especially wooden ones. I absolutely adore weird, crooked, wood-carved stuff- everything from roots to houses! What better place to be for a creature like me than an outdoor museum? I mean, how epic is that? Norsk Folkemuseum is the largest museum of cultural history. it has 160 different buildings from rural and urban Norway – from the Middle Ages to the 20th Century. Of course – my favorites are the oldest stuff. Twirling in leaves amongst old lofts made me feel so alive, it was spiritual food for my ancient soul…Modern day time-travel is my kind of fun! Unfortunately, I had very little time when I visited so I literally RAN through it while I was shooting pictures like a maniac. Quite the workout, I must say.
Ever been to this glorious place? What’s your favourite part? Ps: Moar pictures to come in my next post.