An old drink trolley I’ve inherited from my grandfather, I think. It has become even more important to me after my dad passed away. Generally I have a weak spot for things which have a history and I have lots of memorabilia at home. Also, new things quickly become important as I create a relation to them. Sometimes I’m almost attributing characters to them. Sounds a bit destructive and perhaps it is? I’m probably something of a hoarder, I have a really tough time getting rid of things.

A lot, interior decorating is like therapy for me. In many ways it reminds me of the feeling I get when I paint. It’s cool what the “room” does to us, how really small means can have such a huge effect on the feeling you get in an environment. In the same way as a certain composition and colour combination can make me calm and harmonious, another set up can make me stressed and anxious. It’s strange really, that something so “shallow” can affect your soul so much.

The living room no doubt! There you find the most colour and the biggest windows, there I feel the best. If I had lived alone the whole apartment should have been as colourful but I have had to calm down a little out of respect for my partner.

I want them to feel embraced and welcome. It should feel cozy and permissive to be at my place. It should feel okay to light a fag inside, you know, then it’s important that not everything is perfect. It shouldn’t matter if there is a stain on the white armchair or if the dresser is slightly chipped. Just as I appreciate that things in my home have a history I want my home to be like that as well, therefore it must be allowed to have a life there.

There’s probably a slightly different feeling in the various rooms in the apartment. The bedroom I have consciously decorated in a calm and soft manner, mostly because it was a condition made by my partner and the kitchen can preferably have a bistro feeling to it. The livingroom however, is inspired by the 1970s Italy and the fun house.

Paris (like everyone else). Visited Paris last spring and began to feel that I wanted to add more romance to my interior decorating. Something that usually happens at every new place I visit – if I like it – is that I want to bring something back home which can add a feeling of that particular environment. Perhaps it’s some sort of disguised separation anxiety?

Light ridiculously many candles, play really smooth jazz and drink wine (if you’re not pregnant like me, of course)!

My friends and all things beautiful.

That I had the guts to quit my job and go for my artistry fulltime.

Coffee, food and when I can get back to bed again.