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I've put writing this post off for two weeks thinking that I had a ton of photos to go through and photoshop, when in actuality I had only a handful. Having an iPhone that takes decent photos makes digging the heavy DSLR from your bag (and taking 10 photos of which 1 is actually in focus and interesting) seem so difficult. Anyways I think these photos somewhat demonstrate what I did on this trip: hung out. It was really nice to be away from Finland for a while, but the return to normality was really harsh this time. 30 minutes after leaving the plane I had already gotten into a fight (nothing too serious but really fucking annoying anyways) with my parents and heard that I hadn't gotten into any of the schools I applied to. This and work and being busy in general hopefully explains this brief hiatus I had and I promise to write something more upbeat and interesting really soon. xx

faux like your personality

I got this hooded faux fur jacket from my friend Naomi yesterday. For free. My life is complete.
(also featuring a 4-year-old cheap monday t-shirt, which is probably the longest any cheap monday piece has lasted)

I'm going to London tomorrow and I feel really nervous, which I shouldn't be, because I never fuck around on the airport. And if something were to happen it would make a sick facebook status update.

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A lot of shit has gone down lately. I've done some things I shouldn't have which have left me feeling like a little shitstain on the face of the earth. Work has been pretty hard too, so hard in fact that I had my first nervous breakdown ever during an extremely busy morning shift. 

I've also come to the realization that I'm really, REALLY bad at writing about my feelings. Maybe I should just write rants about every single thing that happens in my life, I'm pretty sure that would give a clearer picture about me. And nobody really listens to me anyway if I'm not complaining about something. 

xoxo sailor veikko

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Lately everything has been going suspiciously well. My university exam went more than ok, work has been relatively bearable and most of the stuff I have bought have been on sale. While other people may be tickled pink about things going their way, I, being the pessimistic piece of shit I am, grew suspicious. I was sure something bad was gonna happen to me, like I dunno, maybe I was about to accidentally cause a nuclear holocaust by not sorting my trash or some shit. I just knew something was gonna go wrong.

And something did happen.

Not a nuclear holocaust.

Something a lot worse.

I CHIPPED MY TOOTH

This would be nothing too serious except for the fact that my graduation party's this saturday, which involves a lot of smiling and talking to people. If I don't manage to get a dentist's appointment tomorrow or the day after, I know a certain someone who's gonna be a very grumpy motherfucker at his own party.

   This incident got me thinking about pessimism. As I mentioned before and as you have probably come to understand from the way I complain and bitch about everything, I'm a very pessimistic and cynical person. Sometimes it's really crippling, seeing everything as shit and every opportunity to do something as a chance to fail utterly, but in cases like these it's really helpful. I already knew something was going to happen, and being prepared for it it didn't bum me out for longer than a few hours.

Being pessimistic is really cool. You're either always right or then something is pleasantly surprising.

I hate it when people (VIII)

think that they need to alter their whole personality because of a fad.
I am of course talking about the alarmingly popular "thug in the streets, fag in the sheets"-phenomenon. To those who haven't been affected by this dangerous craze the homosexual youth has gone into I'll give you the definition.

"thug in the streets, fag in the sheets" abbr. TITFITS
definition: a homosexual male, usually 16-24 years of age, who tries to forcefully hide any feminine traits/gestures/other he might have in order to seem like a dark, brooding and "straight-acting" badass.

I first came in contact with titfits two years ago in Milan. I had been away for some time and once I saw some of my old friends I couldn't recognize them. The same boys and men who used to go out dressed in suits or well coordinated ensembles showing their personal style were now wearing worn-to-death sneakers and basketball uniforms. At first I thought it was just a thing some of my friends did, but once I entered a club I saw so many sweat stained sport shirts and creaky sneakers I thought I was in a weird german fetish flick. I was shocked, but got over it soon because I thought that it would only be a passing fad.

So I thought.

The fad sort of evolved in other directions which caught on in Finland as well (18 months late of course). It was like an epidemic, all the queens started wearing the same outfits: simple sneakers with lots of denim and a snapback. I kept hoping that it would end but it still hasn't. I guess I just have to claw my eyes out or burn down the hellhole where these people keep buying their clothes.
   But the thing is that it's not just the way people are dressing up nowadays, it's more the way they act. The aforementioned "basketball afacionados" do their best to look like a pussyloving jock and I know some people who go as far as pretending to like sports and rap or other genres of music to impress people. Homosexual people are deliberately assimilating themselves to the fantasy creature that is the mainstream dream heterosexual. Meanwhile the hand gestures are getting more subtle, the voices are getting less nasal and the struts are losing their bounce. All things considered "feminine" are thrown away as if they were wrong in some way. Why is it wrong to be feminine? Is there something wrong with women? WAT IZ HAPPENIN?

I really don't have a conclusion and I guess one isn't needed in this case. If it isn't obvious already I'm not trying to dictate people how to lead their life. I also apologize beforehand if I seem too judgmental, it was not my intention. 

If there's one thing I hate it would have to be begging for comments on a blog post, but I'd seriously love to hear your thoughts on the matter. If you have nothing to say just say if you understood this post or not, I'm really tired and dizzy and can't really concentrate on writing lol.

intermission

I'm gonna have a little break from updating mostly because of work stuff and other shit stressing me out  so feel free to follow me, eurotrasher, on instagram. It's basically all just somewhat amusing pictures of me and my life which some people may or may not find interesting.

(I seriously promise that the break will be short this time.)

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Really bored and overexcited about transparencies.

(try dragging mickey around)

and i find it hard to eat, sleep and dream but there's a pill for that

Nothing beats a nice two-week-flu. I absolutely love feeling 265% more miserable than usual and not being able to do anything about it. Trying to keep my mental health intact has been harder than I thought, especially when you're constantly high on cough medicine and painkillers. The only thing that kept me going was a daily chit-chat with my toes. Yes. My toes.
   I'm finally feeling somewhat ok so today I'm going to actually do something. I hope I don't spread this gospel of snot and fever around too much.

take me drunk i am home

So I was in Tampere the other weekend. I was supposed to write something about it last week but I sorta forgot. Sorry. Anygays a lot of shit went down so I'm just gonna go into detail about one particular event that was both the most exhilarating and agonizing one I've experienced in a while.

It was a painfully bright morning after a long night of heavy drinking. I was in a room with about 20 other people who, like me, all smelled like sin and warm beer. I had promised to go check out a gig of a friend of mines and after ~10 hours of watching TV and complaining about my hangover I managed to get going. None of my company came with me but I was feeling confident enough to go by myself. I got to the venue on time and had a great time.
    Then it was time for the after party, which is when things got a bit more unnerving. I knew the spot where the after party was held was somewhere in the vicinity of the venue, but had no idea how to get there. I sorta squeezed my way into this group of guys who looked like they knew where to go. And they did indeed know the way, but chose the fastest route, which happened to be through a few fucking icebergs and railway tracks. Needless to say at this point I was fearing for my life and re-evaluating my life choices.
    We still managed to get to the spot (which was this really cool abandoned factory with good acoustics) but once we got there my heart was still racing and I felt uncomfortable. After an hour or so I decided to leave. 

Alone.
Because I was feeling so fucking confident.
Biggest mistake ever.

    I walked what I considered as the right way for 30 minutes before realizing that i was walking on the motherfucking highway. Then, just as I had found the real right way, my iPhone ran out of power. I decided to trust my instincts and go right on ahead. I did this for closer to 2 hours before ending up at the exact same spot where I had started. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh so I did a little of both. Then I saw this dude (who was wearing protective eyewear for some reason lol u so avant garde) and asked him for directions. He pulls out his smartphone and starts typing. Thinking he was going to look up the right way on google maps I was thinking about telling him to stop because one of those things got me lost in the first place but then he started talking on the phone. He called a cab (which I had no money to pay for) and hung up the phone.
    We started talking and that's when I realized that he was a seriously fucked up crackhead. His method of forming phrases was by far the strangest I've ever witnessed. I only remember a few of the things he said but they went something like this:

Crackhead with goggles: "Nice weather out today it's not really nice but are you gay?"

Me: "Uh yeah it's foggy and yeah I am."

CWG: "That's cool I once had a dog."

Me: "Okay."

CWG: "[shouts really loud] EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I'm waiting for my friend but I don't know if he can hear me but luckily I have these goggles."

at this point I was really fearing for my life but I still got in the cab with him. He jumped off at some point without paying but the cab driver didn't bother trying to catch him because he was really scared of him too. He ended up taking me to my friends place for free. The next morning I woke up really dizzy and confused.

All in all it was a weekend full of seeing people I haven't seen in ages, drinking too much and getting acquainted with freaky people which at the end of the day is better than staying in bed all day.

Which is what I usually do on weekends.

I'm so wild.

random gif collection vol. Ⅰ

 

I like making shitty gifs. Making them makes you feel like you're doing something useful when you're actually just fucking around. Feel free to steal these if you want idc

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I took a few pictures of my friend Kasper for my last school assignment. The point was to take two different portraits of the same person/people and the theme was "bloom/wither" or "life/death" or whatever. I chose to just take a few hasty shots and then go berserk on them in photoshop later.

It's almost 3AM and I have done none of the shit I was supposed to get done today. I swear to god one day I'll be too lazy to breathe and that will be the end of the tragic cookbook that is my life.

let's get some shoes

So I've been really obsessed with black and white high top sneakers ever since I bought a pair of black Nike Flytops last summer. They instantly became my favorites, and I started wearing them all the time which of course led to them wearing out pretty soon. A few months back I decided to give them a break and search for other alternatives to fill my monochromatic shoe needs. That's when I remembered that I owned a pair of black Chuck Taylors which I rarely used. I also found my old (I mean ancient, like, before 2009) creepers that were totally destroyed except for the heel part. The two became one after a hot night with an even hotter hot glue gun aaaand...

These babies were born.

They're officially still unfinished but I've worn them a few times nevertheless. They actually feel a lot comfier with the attached belt buckle thing than they did before. The edges are still a bit rough and there's some dry hot glue in some places (which looks really suspicious, talking senile creepy guy on craigslist kinda suspicious) and I'll get to fixing them asap.

    I took these babies out once and realized that they're way too slippery for the already slippery Helsinki streets which means that I have to wait a while before I can start properly wearing these. So of course, I had to buy another pair of black and white high tops, and being the broke shit I am I started touring all the second hand joints in Helsinki almost daily. After a week of intensive hunting in various jungles of rags smelling of cigarettes and shame I found these babies:

Diesel sneakers for 20€, which according to my extensive investigation (google lol) are authentic as well!

I'm not a huge fan of Diesel, but I was really feeling these shoes. They're just the right size, sturdy, in good condition and obviously, they're black and white high tops. Perfection.

    Or maybe not. As you can see on the right, they are a bit ill-fitting around the ankle. And this is not because of them being used, they we're actually designed this way. Like you know how nowadays everything has to have a million special features for it to sell well, these shoes are a perfect example of this. They're convertible. Above is pictured how I prefer wearing them, and here is the alternative way:

Front

Back

Okay so I just wanna say that I think that in theory the idea is really cute, you practically get two pairs of shoes for the price of one. The problem is that who in their right fucking mind would ever wear these shoes like this? They look like little clown boots with Diesel's slogan glued on to them. I get that logos are important in fashion yada yada but they could have at least chosen a better font. And just because some Eastern-European tourist might want to wear these like this, I have to have my sneakers bulge around the ankles everytime I wear them. Thanks Obama.

And they turned out to be really slippery as well. fuck shit tits piss argh.

i hate it when people (Ⅴ)

originally posted 29.8.2011

buy a pair of white air force 1's and think they're some hot shit sneaker freakers or whatnot... like seriously it's not that easy. it takes a lot of commitment. buying the first kicks you see and wearing them every day 'til they break isn't commitment. it's something between fashion abuse and not having class.

speaking of sneakers, let me introduce my new babies:

namaste bitches, i'm out

didn't know what to say so i made you a mixtape

... or then I just photoshopped the absolute shit out of your profile picture.

 Jemima

 Juulia

Meri

psychotic posterboy

The KaksiTvå online store is up and running! Go spend your money go go go go

I guess it goes without saying that I was pretty hyper in the photos. It ain't no big deal though as people seem to like 'em. I heard that somebody bought one of the hats I was sporting just a few minutes after the store was opened. Crayyyy.

And that's about it. I'd love to tell you about my weekend if I could remember any of it. As God or Buddha or Kim Kardashian or whatever is my witness I swear never to drink abinsthe or whiskey again, especially absinthe mixed with whiskey.

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If last week was weird, then this one has been straight up bizarre. I've been staring at the screen for half an hour trying to figure out how to describe it. It's really difficult considering the fact that I haven't had the time nor the interest to actually think about anything lately.

Ok this is going nowhere so I'm just going to show some pictures I took of Sonja a while back.

I took these for a school assignment. Once we had finished shooting I realized that I have completely neglected photography recently. I hadn't taken my dslr out in over two months and I don't think I've used any of my analog cameras in at least six months, other than the lomography fisheye which I usually take with me to raves. A few years back I felt naked without at least one camera with me

(I remember one occasion when I had my dslr, an analog reflex and a polaroid with me and I was totally cool with it too) and nowadays I just take shitty pictures with my iPhone and instagram the shit out of them. I'm thinking about boycotting instagram to revive my photographic urges. Who's with me? No-one?

ok :(

?)(""

I've had a pretty strange week so far. Not strange as in Britney Spears in 2007-strange but everything has just been super weird. Everything feels new (but not exciting) and at one point I actually started to think that I had amnesia or something. Maybe I'm getting senile. Shit.

me, my worst angle and 15 intensive minutes in photoshop

One of the things that made this week weird was a certain battle of willpower with the finnish postal system. My approach to the battle consisted mostly of complaining on facebook. Anygays, the story went something like this: I ordered a necklace and these cheap-ass white sneakers from the states last month. I had been eagerly waiting for their arrival and was tickled pink when I received the arrival letter on tuesday. This moment of ecstasy lasted for roughly a minute, because upon opening the letter I found out that my package was stuck in customs. I stared at the letter for a while before getting totally pee-em-essy about it. "I JUST PAID 35€ FOR THE DELIVERY OF A PAIR OF SHITTY SNEAKERS AND ONE FUCKING NECKLACE THAT COST 24€ AND NOW I HAVE TO PAY MORE MONEY THE FUCK SRSLY FUCK THE SYSTEM ANARCHY AAAAA" was pretty much the only thing in my head the whole day.

    I had already started planning to take over the country and sacrificing everyone who works at the customs to the devil, when I heard the doorbell ring. It was the delivery guy. I was sure that he had come to my door just to make me feel worse about my defeat, but he just asked my name and gave me the package and walked away. I was still certain that this was a trick, and asked about the customs fee. He said that it was 8,25€. I was handing him the money when he stated that "we don't actually charge fees under 10€". 

wtf srsly tho

were the exact words that came out of my mouth. I had just wasted my precious time planning to overthrow the government for this. I was about to kill a bitch before I realized that the delivery guy had already left.

IT'S VEIKKO AGAINST THE GOVERNMENT AND I'M WINNING BITCHES

STICK IT TO THE MAN!!

Here's the necklace. It's by Han Cholo.

I like it thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much.

I hate it when people (VII)

do simple diy stuff and think they're avantgarde as fuck. 

Don't get me wrong, I love diy and encourage people to do it, but what gets to me is when people think they're hot shit after a 15 minute session with a hot glue gun and some torn denim and who later go on bragging about it as if they had just finished painting the Sixtine chapel. I could list hundreds of these simple feats of diy fuckery but I'm gonna keep it short and sweet. Or short an highly acidic in better words.

 The half-bleached denim shirt

I'm pretty sure all of you have seen these. The people who wear these in public are usually your typical H&M rock/hobo chic gurlz, who don't seem to understand that Smells Like Teen Spirit isn't actually the only song Nirvana ever made and that the "t-shirt with the funny mouth print" is actually a Rolling Stones merch knockoff. I know, I too find it hard to believe that people like this still exist.

Studded collars 

Being already so done with studs these seriously get on my nerves. Albeit attaching studs can be nerve wrecking, doing it doesn't make you hardcore or artistic or anything else that you think it does. It just ruins your shirt. End of discussion.

The fucking galaxy denim shorts

These shorts are seriously so overrated. In pretty much every tutorial you can find for making these the author usually starts off by saying that these shorts are unique. Excusez-fucking-moi but I've seen cheeseburgers more unique than this crap. The artistic ability needed to make these is equal to that of a five-year-old. All you need is some fabric paint and 30 minutes to smudge it all on some shitty denim and presto! YOU'RE A TEENAGE WHITE GIRL.

ps. if you're confused about the numbering at the end of the title, this is actually part of a series I do that mostly centers on things that I hate/find annoying. I hid all of my old posts, but I'm thinking about reposting the first six parts of these bitchfests I've written. Because frankly my dear, they are hilarious as fuck.

sweep sweep

I still have to spend most of my free time at the library but it ain't that bad honestly. The soothing buzz of the ac sorta sounds like Bach once you listen to it nonstop for hours on end. But enough about that, I have actually something more interesting to ramble about.

The vernissage last friday went great. I decided to quit my drinking strike that night, but I still managed to take it easy on the drinks. Well, sorta. But at least I wasn't the one stumbling and mumbling this time. Katja, a good friend of mine was.

A fraction of the crowd that popped by, photo by Jenna Jauhiainen

The vernissage ended at 10pm (I think) after which I went on a shortlived but fun bar tour. I don't have any accurate recollection of the crazy shit that went down but I do, however, have some blurry and bizarre photos.

 Me, Sonja and Meri being the drunken fucktards we are

more drunken fuckery

I went home pretty soon because I was seriously off my tits. I vaguely remember kissing someone in the tram and falling face first on the way home. The first one may have been a dream but the latter one sure as hell wasn't. Ouchie

But that was last week, and now it's another 2,5h till the next weekend and all it's drunken fuckery starts. I leave you with a sneak peek of the KaksiTvå shoot I did today.

freebies yayyy