About me
Born and bred in Stockholm but lived abroad for six years. By 2003 I left for London to study political sciences but missed Sweden and moved back in 2008. I like people, debates and writing and currently work in communications.

Why Stockholm?

Beautiful
If Stockholm were a guy he’d be a slick smug stunner. If you went on a date with Stockholm you’d be sure he turned up well groomed and as the evening passed you’d be increasingly certain that while Stockholm appeared casual, easy and effortless nothing had been left to chance. By the same token you won’t find a building, sign or even a tree in Stockholm that is not there for a reason and when it comes to architecture, you can be sure the Beauty Council of Stockholm has been involved.

Endearingly pretentious
If you ask Stockholm to tell you a little about himself he’d say he’s an open minded, creative and fun guy. He’d inform you that his unique sense of style and innovation makes every other capital envious. After having spent some time with him though, you’d notice that while Stockholm is indeed a gifted talent who always makes sure to be on the forefront of new developments, he’s not as free spirited or bold as he claims.

Seasonal mood swings
After months of dating you’d discover that one of Stockholm’s most prominent and charming personality traits are his mood-swings – in fact, you’d asked yourself a few times whether he suffers from a bipolar disorder. During the winter, when you met, he was a bit introvert you noticed. He didn’t seem to be very interested in social interaction and he had this way of looking the other way when you ran into people you were acquainted to. You were a bit puzzled by this, but thought that was probably just how Swedes are.

In April things changed dramatically, and Stockholm came out of his shell. As the days became longer his lethargic personality gave way for a light hearted and chatty one that hardly ever slept. During the day you’d find him in some outdoor area around Nytorget or at Stureplan. At night he’d party like there was no tomorrow either at Trädgården under bron, F12 or Kåken after which he’d suggest you went skinnydipping outside Stadshuset. You’d ask yourself who this person was, surely not the same guy you met in November, but regardless, you’d know you’d fallen for Stockholm.