Aker Brygge........

Gold buttoned red trench with ankle-hi tan strapped boots and cat-eye shades. Chic and on-the-move at midday by Aker Brygge downtown.

Karl Johan gt...............................

West Side....

Vestkant torget.....



Leather and Linen...



Briskebyveien......

Short trench over relaxed shirt and tee, with skinnies into a pair of hobnails. Oversized frames add to a completely  modern (oslo) look.

Slottsparken.......




On their way to Grandmother's birthday party in Gothic-light mixed with shirttail-hemmed plaid dress, leather cummerbund and op-art stockings over Pershing boots.





Slottsparken........



RayBans, tight knee-quilted jeans, stuffed into ankle tied boots and scoop-neck tee.



Majorstuen......




Simple and free, overcoat over tee. Blue on blue, with a single top button as a pivot axis and boot-hi trousers.

 

Bogstadveien.....

Earth tone fusion, leatherette epaulette top with calf-cinched flowered sarongs, finished with spit-shined weathered Oxfords

WestSide.........................

Denim on Denim, against a pallete of earth tones. A buttoned up collar frames the face and hair with a pair of Doc Martens on the other end..

Stortorvet-Sentrum.....

Spring is here, flowing and sheer...

Frogner.....

Asymmetrical sweater over denim one piece..

Bogstadvien.....



Nordic to a tee...



West Side.....



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Bogstadveien.....



A creative and  functional  silhoutte, complete with flowered  stocking and a splash of red slipper.



off Majorstuen....

OK.... I've taken almost a year off. The tumultuous events of 2011 here in Norway left their mark on everyone, no matter how close or far they were from individuals affected by the events of last July. For me, while being fortunate enough not to have loved ones directly affected by what happened (although my wife was only 2 blocks away from where the downtown explosion happened) the change in Norwegian life was palpable both from without and within. I completely lost my desire to photograph fashion , feeling that the very nature of such frivolity paled in comparison to the lives of so many who struggled mightily with what occured last year.
I won't go as far as to say there is a rebirth, because the scars of what happened last year will always remain, and for some, their lives are forever profoundly altered. For the rest of us, we are left to our own thoughts and though luck and innocence, our own loves and passions. We have been afforded the luxury of allowing ourselves to return to the people we once were, for better or worse,...hopefully for the better.

The spring is returning in Oslo and the bite of winter is beginning to subside. The sun is already up until almost 9:00 pm with nearly 15 hours of daylight. Just a few weeks ago, we craned our necks to suck up every drop of sunlight that would disappear at about 3:30 pm. And with the light, life seems better, at least for some of us.

 I've decided to continue my blog and help to show the world what the citizenry of Oslo look like, what they wear, and maybe even where they are going. Thanks again for taking a look.

Bogstadveien......

Bogstadveien....

Classic blue raincoat over blue jeans and pennys, with an inch-wide waist cinch, turned just enough to show some red backing.

Stortorvet...............

Stortorget...................

NasjonalTeateret.......

West Side,...................

Karl Johan Gt....................

Now and Then...............

For those of you who were kind enough to view my blog earlier this year, I must apologize for the lack of posting since 22.07.2011. Since that day, the day that Norway’s innocence was ripped away, and so many of its children’s future stolen, it has been difficult to look at these same streets, stained in blood and fear and covered with dying flowers as the playground of style and expression that they once were.

I have found it nearly impossible to return to these streets and walk in my blissful ignorance, letting my eye catch a colorful skirt, a flowing, pleated blouse, or a patchwork of cloth that evoked a trend, a style or some classic vision. What I see now is the fragility of our lives, and the thin thread that so many of us have the good fortune to hold on to each day, thread that can be broken at any moment, by any person, in any place.

All seems different now, different in the streets and in the faces of all of us who continue to try to understand the true nature of man, and of the life that has been bestowed upon us. All seems different. And it is.

Domkirken..............




Quote from a young shooting victim who survived the attack on Utoya :
"If one man can have such hatred, think how much love all of us can share"

 

Youngstorvet...........

Kongensgate...............

Cardigan and jeans, with a touring bike. Best way to see Oslo....

West Side...........

Bogstadveien............

Karl Johan.....

Rain is back,.. typical Norwegian Summer. One day its blue skies, sunny and warm,.. the next is grey and wet. But as always nothing stops them, be it rain, snow or sleet. Armed with umbrellas and their trusty Wellies and Hunters, they hit the streets regardless of the weather.

Øvre Slottsgate,.....

Upper Karl Johan,........

Bogstadveien............

Bogstadveien,..........

Bogstadvien..............

Grünerløkka,............

Rain on Nedre Slottsgate...............

Stortorvet....

West side.....

Bogstadveien............

Bogstadveien..............

A big look for the summer, long one-piece jersey dresses, short jackets of all types and the ever-present Chucks....

Tollbuggata..............

Ovre Slottsgate............