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The Stockholm nightlife is divided into four categories:

1: The party people.
2: The people that party.
3: The people that try to party.
4: Sima.

Sima is Stockholm’s undisputed nightlife photographer, the eye that sees it all, that captures the moment we all will want to hold on to forever. Or, the moments we’d like to forget.

You might think that it’s her technique as a photographer or that she just happens to be at the right place at the right time. But, however true this might be, these are not the reasons behind her talent.

Her talent is deeply rooted in her heart. Behind the hardboiled Ukrainian attitude, underneath the uncompromising hardness we encounter at the Under Bron door – besides what meet the eye, there is a warmhearted sweetheart with a sense of humor to die for.

That might be the rationale behind why Acne is paying homage to Sima by naming the jacket after her. Or maybe it’s just because working the door of Under Bron this close to the north pole is a cold, cold job.  

I know. I’ve been updating this blog poorly. To say the least.

But you know what they say, some stuff are worth waiting for.

So here it is, me redeeming myself through positing Jessie Moberg, perfectly kitted for tonight’s En Ohelig Allians party. Like a princess, a spoiled brat at a birthday party, being denied whatever she believes herself to be entitled to. Anything, really. The world, probably. And everything in it.

Jessie, you’re worth it all. Let’s go out and claim it together.

If you are a frequent reader and devoted follower of this blog you might have noticed that it’s all about love, affirmation and superlatives.

Which leads me to Lena. She is worth all of the above; ravishingly beautiful, impressively intelligent, spectacularly warmhearted and worth more inspired superlatives than my miserable vocabulary could ever muster.

Lena and her perfectly fitted vintage dress, sazzy Marc Jacobs shoes and sweet Finnish lumberjack cap are worth an entire blog of its own and I’d be happy to write it if I thought I could live up to it.

Which I can’t. So you all are just going to have to make do with this entry. And pray it isn’t the last.

When I first met Charlie he was a young and aspiring Account Director at Ogilvy. Much like a Mad Men character he intrigued and schemed for the good of the clients and the agency.

Since then, a decade has passed. Today he is an accomplished photographer and a beautiful person. You can see the intelligence and the kindness in his eyes, hidden behind the coolness we’ve all have come to accept as his trademark.

Charlie, I miss you and your Austin Tweed jacket, Abercrombie & Fitch shirt, Benetton slipover, Loakes shoes and Uniqlo socks already.

We’re hidden in plain sight, us creatures of the never-ending night. Now you see us, now you don’t. Like a luring flare of light Lin travels the Stockholm nightlife, making every place she graces with her presence just a tiny bit prettier. Like stardust, wrapped in a fair face, a charming personality, an H&M dress, an Acne cardigan, Acne shoes and a Filippa K bag.

Beware of the master of all things sordid, dark and fun. Beware of Jens, the authority on Stockholm’s underground club scene. And yes, there is one, according to him. A vivid one, he claims.

I am yet to be convinced. By Stockholm’s underground scene, that is, not by Jens. Jens and his Made in the shade sweater, Acne pants, Sebago shoes, Whyred scarf, Triwa watch and Lilla Prinsen tattoos had me convinced from the get go.

Pistölerös of the The Pistöl Agency never feel fear. We’ re hardboiled creative hit men without the reflexes others take for granted. Despite this, widely acknowledged fact, our head pistölerö Zeke is deeply intimidated by his father in law; Thomas Hanzon.

Even if his swag (perfectly enhanced by a Prada cardigan, Acne tee, Nudie jeans, NK Trend scarf, Acne jacket and Calvin Klein vintage sunglasses from the 80s), his silverback demeanor and dominant masculinity is part of the explanation it’s not that simple. It can’t be that simple.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s because Zeke’s lovely girlfriend once had the brilliant idea of showing all the movie scenes where her father is a lethal thug, a brute gangster that beats people to death with dark hate and fierce violence beaming out of his eyes.

Yup, that might be it.

I’m not easily impressed but I’m impressed by Richard. Deeply impressed. Almost unworthily impressed. By how he is, what he is, what he has done and what he is doing; revolutionizing the world of all things digital, every day and always in style with Samsøe & Samsøe sweater, Playboy shoes, Acne cardigan, Local Firm pants, Vasuma glasses and a Panerai watch.

Beat that, all you drones and buffoons out there, beat that if you can.

We share more than meets the eye, even though the differences are obvious. Åsa is a woman while I’m a… Kind of a man. Åsa creates instant liking while I’m more of an acquired taste, so to speak. Åsa wears jewelry from Kaplans, Acne shoes and a vintage dress she bought in Paris while I’m still wearing these old rags.

So you might think that we’re different but you’d be wrong. We share the same joie de vivre and lust for life, we share the passion for maximizing what life is all about. What it can be all about. We share living to the edge of what living is.

She just does with so much more style than yours truly.