Look at this treasure I found in a secondhand store in Tribeca! It's signed and framed, a polaroid transfer on aquarelle paper.
I love it because it makes me think back on myself as a young girl, dreaming about the big city. I grew up in a small town in Northern Sweden, in tune with nature, -always on the go- running around, (very much in my head) -dancing- chasing dreams. I was two years old when my oldest sister moved to the US, followed by my other big sister years later. I remember the special times when they would come home to visit us, the contrast between Sweden and the US was significant back in the 90's. New tech things would first hit the American market, the fashion was always hipper in the states, and I would call my sis to ask about the latest trends so that I could stay on top of my game. I was six years old when I flew over the Atlantic for the first time. I traveled alone, with some guided help. When I landed in NYC my oldest sister, Angelica was waiting for me. To this day, I can still recall smells that bring me back to the first day I walked the streets of New York.
Although it was surreal and fun city to explore as a kid, It wasn't until I turned 15 that I started dreaming about moving here. My best friend and I decided to spend the summer of 2006 in NYC, and it changed my life. Suddenly dreams didn't seem so distant anymore as if they existed right above my head in a parallel world, so close that I could grab them and decide to make them my future. Imagine being 15, traveling directly from the woods and getting thrown into celebrity parties, Limousines, champagne and nights in the Hamptons. It was like a slap in the face wake up call for me.
7 years later in this city, and I haven't stopped dreaming ❤