Where am I?

On tour a common questions are.
Where are we?
Where were we yesterday?
Where are we tomorrow?
Last night when I got to the venue in Denver.
The production manager asked me where we came from.
And I had to look at my calendar to remind myself.
A day on the road is a week in normal life.
Today is a day off.
I felt sick yesterday.
I was freezing.
After the show.
We got pho soup.
And I wrapped myself in the hotel bathrobe.
Crawled under the covers and passed out.
It´s almost 2pm and here I still am.
Just had to do some work on the computer.
Today we have a 9 hour drive infront of us.
Salt Lake City.
And then.
Seattle.
Portland.
San Fransisco.
And city of Angels, La La Land.
Then a week off.
Which will include returning to my amazing cottage in LA.
The hammock is calling.
And drive from LA to Dallas, Texas.
Roadtrip.

Random highway stops. 

Amazing views in Colorado. 

I found this amazing app.
Tune in radio.
The 80's and 90's channels rock.
"LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
LIFE IS CHANGING"
-Haddaway

The venue last night.
Trying to look cool turn into looking uncomfortable. 

Day off.

Yesterday was a show day.
It was great.
Went pretty late.
We stayed here in North Carolina.
I had some beers.
First time for this whole adventure.
The evening was filled with deep conversations.
The more I talk about my photography.
The more I understand what my vision is.
And what I´m looking for.
What I want to show people.
What I want people to see.
I went to late to bed.
Woke up.
Walked around.
Felt good.
This is an amazing place.
I walked out.
And heard silence.
Small town charm.

BY THE WAY:
Find me on Flickr.

Fall trails. 

Portraits. 

Work in the local office. 

Cray.

Some days.

There's just nothing left to say.

I have been running around like crazy.

I feel like super woman.

I'm moving out of my apartment.

Phase 1.

But it's not only my stuff that needs to be moved.

It's amazing to realize how much stuff you've gathered during a year.

If the move happens to the other coast.

I'll roadtrip. 

But anyways.

A couple of hard working days ahead.

And I'll have a little time off.

Can you take me to Santorini?

I have been day dreaming lately.

7am.

Here she was.

Morning.

He left me without saying goodbye.

Night.

Light.

Calm.

Fog.

Surrounded me.

I drove around for a while in silence.

The streets were deserted.

I knew that the world was going to be changed.

In about 2 hours. 

We out here.

After 4 days of rest.

(Which was sort of also work.)

She was working.

Once again.

On the road.

Miami to Chicago.

2 days.

Festival.

Lollapalooza.

Then she flew for 10 hours.

Ended up in Copenhagen.

Denmark.

Found herself wandering the streets of Christiania.

Smelling the scent of a certain herb as she strolled around. 

Stoll turned into hang at a beach.

Turned into a beer.

Turned into Tequila.

Turned into Tequilas.

And finally.

A very comfortable bed.

Midnight turned into 3am.

And her body was confused.

The jetlag that never left during the 4 days.

Had returned stronger than ever.

Lollapalooza posse.

We wear black.

Fly outfit. Also FLY outfit.

Dig & Mig i Danmark. 

I have someone special in mind.

Köpenhavn.

Poland.

Today is my mums birthday.

I love her.

The show here didn't happen.

The stage was not secure.

There was an awesome dj party though.

So spontanious.

So much fun.

Today was a day off.

And the next 3 days are off.

I wen't to the gym today.

That's about it.

All the tv channels are dubbed.

So I wasn't even able to watch tv.

Didn't feel like sightseeing. 

Tomorrow off to Berlin.

And from there after the days off.

Hello Korea. 

I am so excited. 

Yes over Korea.

But other things too.

scchhhh.

Dinner last night.

I got my dance gear on for the party.

My family members.

Today my run was brought to me by Tunturi

I sometimes forget.

I have yet again neglected you.

4 days.

Please forgive me.

I am laying in my bed in Miami.

He's snoring next to me.

My boyfriend.

Abuelo, the dog.

I am wearing my new bathrobe.

It has a hoodie.

(I hope I've shared my love for bathrobes with you.)

I just decided I'm going to bring it with me to Europe.

On the tour bus.

I am home for 2 whole days.

Yesterday I landed.

And on wednesday I fly.

Today I put together a package.

To be sent to Finland.

Soul Vintage Helsinki.

Have you heard of it?

This'll be there soon.

Goodnight.

Damn it.

Will tell you about Bonnaroo.

Later.

What can I say.

Honky Tonk bar.

Nashville.

United States.

I would never have thought I would dance to country music.

A 75 year old man.

Asked me to dance.

Good ol' country.

I said "I'm only here to observe".

With disappointment in his eyes

he watched me later dance away.

Video. Montevideo.

Hey.
I have been kind of slow on updating.
That happens.
Today is the last show in South America.
Uruguay, Montevideo.
It´s a beautiful place.
It´s been a rough couple of days.
Or last night.
Yesterday we flew in.
And the whole family went to a tiny little bar.
Stayed there for a long time.
Then an ice bar at the hotel.
Kind of felt like home in a weird way.
Enjoy the blurry pictures.
I am still kind of wondering why no one ever comments.
I guess there´s nothing to say.

Next up Nelsonville Festival in Ohio and Free Press Festival in Texas.

Santiago.
Got a Titanic feeling in the hotel. 

Flew over the Andes. 

KARL!

Statue in Montevideo. 

Montevideo.

Graveyard for slot machines at hotel.
We weren´t supposed to be in here.

View from my room at 8am.

Got a new ring, AGAIN.
Uruguay coin from the 80´s.

Beach chill.

I have been working.
But I have also had some time off.
Chill.
On the beautiful beach.
Burned my back of course.
As usual.
Tomorrow there´s work.
And there´s a flight to catch to Rio.
Ay caramba.
I might even go out for a beer tonight.
Just one.

PS.
A random man asked me to rub sun lotion on his back today.
Ugh what the hell do you say to that.
Think fast.
"Sorry but no, I am scared of germs".

The quality of my pics are all of a sudden super shitty.
Don´t know why?

Yesterday went for a skate. 

Walking home from le beach today. 

Back at the base.

Again.
Have I returned to the promised sunshine state.
Florida.
Miami.
The flight was all pain.
9 hours.
Landed and the line for passport control was insane.
Took me 1,5 hour.
Sweaty.
Now I have been up way too long.
Jet-Lag, hello!
Earlier I took my bike.
Went to my main diner.
The cuban Puerto Sagua.
The vibe and the food in that place.
So homie.
Now I´m so tired.
Listening to some good tunes.

Had a coffee in NYC by myself on the street corner.
A british man sat next to me and we started talking.
He told me about his friends band.
Who will also play at Glastonbury.
So here I am listening to them.
Really pleasant I must say.
London Grammar.

And this song has been on repeat today.

The two black alley cats hanging out, as usual.
They love each other. 

Stars & Stripes & Annikki as usual. Blurry.

I can´t complain when the view while landing is this, as usual. 

My main hang, Puerto Sagua, as usual. 

Oh my.

It's been too long.

So sorry.

London was cold.

Quick.

And busy. 

Radio show.

Took a train.

Came to Pariii.

I got sick.

Had a fever.

And worst flu ever.

Tv performance.

I saw it from my bed.

Decided the next day to not be sick anymore.

Took in some of the Paris love.

Went here and there. 

Met amazing people.

As always. 

Today was mellow. 

Tomorrow early flight to Miami.

2 days of getting shit done.

And off to Rio.

Today is mothersday.

I realized that when I go home.

In august.

I haven't seen my family for 8 months.

I miss them. 

Goodnight.

3 hours of sleep.

And up and away.

Sorry for the boring pics.

This is my relationship.

If I try to look at my job as an outsider.
It sometimes hard to understand.
It´s not anything you can explain.
"What does an assistant do".
Well I would like to say what does an assistant not do?
There is not a description of what this job should be.
Or what your duties are.
It´s there all the time.
Your job is your life.
Another person is your life.
You sometimes forget about yourself.
You get lost in the job.
A new friend also asked me recently,
what´s the difference between being an assistant and a best friend.
Well in this case.
It´s all the same.
I am all in one.
And we are like a family.
This is the weirdest job at times.
It´s the most exciting job.
The most demanding job.
Stressful.
Crazy.
And so much fun, you would not believe it.
I would not want to do anything else right now.

Today I had a hard time waking up.
I was hungover.
I was tired.
My body was beat up.
I missed myself.
I needed a day where I could say:
"Annika, what do you want to do today?".
At the end of the day it was a good sunday.
I love this day of the week.
I was also thinking a lot about home.
And how I´ve learned to live with the feeling of always missing people.
It´s hard.
But I´m getting used to it.
I came home 30 mins. ago.
And I would love to call someone at home.
And just talk shit.
Unfortunately, every time I am able to be concentrated on a conversation.
When I´m not rushing.
When I´m not stressing.
Is when everyone else is asleep in Finland.

Yesterday at my spot, The Room. 

Then at my other spot. The Radio.
I always go to the same spots,
Around the corner from home.

I always have a craving when I´m hung.
Coke or Dr. Pepper.

This was the best thing today.

We watched standup by Kevin Hart the other day.
I became a fan.
And today all I´ve been saying is:
"Alright, alright, alriiiiiiight"
and
"You gon learn today!"

Who are you?

I feel so lonely here sometimes.
I don´t know you people.
Who reads this.
Why do you read it?
(Shout out to my relatives, I know they read it.)
It´s just lil' ol' me (not that old) blabbering about life.
Work.
Love.
Love?
No.
That shit is private.

PS. I know 15 000 of you have read this and the old blog.
It can´t all be relatives, just sayin´.
"Bitches be like 15 000, I have that in one day"
Well for me, being a newbie blogger, it´s amazing.
Mamma, förlåt för mitt språk.

My logo, you will see it soon somewhere...
By: Viivi Rantanen/Prokofjev

I tried to be cute yesterday, I don´t know if it´s working. 

What to say.

Miami.
Thunder.
Rain.
Loving the change of weather.
My card.
Was copied.
Some Julio in Mexico took the freedom of withdrawing about $500 from my account.
He is living la vida loca.
Well I will get the money back.
But still.
Annoys me.
I opened an american bank account now.
I AM GETTING AMERICANISED.
Everyone keeps asking me why they can´t hear an accent.
Well, guess this was meant to be.

PS. WHY IS NO ONE COMMENTING?!
I AM STILL HEARING THAT IT´S NOT POSSIBLE?!
WHAT?!

I need to deal with bureaucracy.

Not even funny, I burned my back badly.

I have been taking care of my health.

Went out with some gay boys on friday.
My friend had got a present from Sweden. No words.

GOT SOME SWEET KICKS TODAY, 2 pairs!
 THANK YOU VANS & CURTIS KULIG
LOVE ME LOVE ME!