tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73364497252209057472011-07-08T09:56:29.952-07:00Delivered by Edvard TroyEdvard Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925648209060863727noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336449725220905747.post-29910264312944349972009-07-31T19:41:00.000-07:002009-08-01T00:42:12.416-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnOw0WiqBHI/AAAAAAAAACI/nsfpBTQIS8o/s1600-h/Airport.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnOw0WiqBHI/AAAAAAAAACI/nsfpBTQIS8o/s320/Airport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364825994579018866" border="0" /></a><br />On my way home from London at Stansted Airport waiting to board my flight, I was browsing through pictures on my cam from the past days, when this strong motive appeared. The man in the picture was with his wife and two children waiting to board a plane to Frankfurt. Wanting the man and his family unaware of me taking this picture, it took a lot of timing and pretending not be taking the picture which I needless to say did...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336449725220905747-2991026431294434997?l=troyonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Edvard Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925648209060863727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336449725220905747.post-49986157820982318772009-07-31T15:05:00.000-07:002009-07-31T18:04:56.248-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNuNHDR6EI/AAAAAAAAABo/7CFHuveRm4w/s1600-h/Kate+Moss+Drink.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNuNHDR6EI/AAAAAAAAABo/7CFHuveRm4w/s320/Kate+Moss+Drink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364752752638552130" border="0" /></a><br />Last night I met up with friends at Hell's Kitchen Bar in Oslo, my friend Bosse introduced me to a very simple and lush drink. He called it Kate Moss, and I am loving it.<br /><br />Thanks for the inspiration Bosse!<br /><br />This is the drink to drink these days, I think...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Ingredients:<br />-Stolichnaya Vodka (however much your heart desire)<br />-Club Soda<br />-Lime<br />-Crushed Ice</span><br /><br />1, 2, 3 - ENJOY!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336449725220905747-4998615782098231877?l=troyonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Edvard Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925648209060863727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336449725220905747.post-79757221898193183742009-07-31T14:21:00.001-07:002009-07-31T17:21:49.693-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNiyMdsfnI/AAAAAAAAABg/c4Puqw6TegA/s1600-h/Billecart+Blanc+de+Blanc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNiyMdsfnI/AAAAAAAAABg/c4Puqw6TegA/s320/Billecart+Blanc+de+Blanc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364740195607150194" border="0" /></a><br />I ordered this bottle by mistake when ordering other liquid goods online. Turned out it wasn't a mistake after all. The Champagne Billecart-Salmon Blanc de Blanc Brut - Grand Cru is one hell of a jewel. This is where the expression beurre blanc came from folks. First Class for Economy price.<br />NOK 499,- Do or die!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Type: Champagne Sparkling<br />Grape: Chardonnay 100%<br />Notes: Golden colour, apple and citrus aromas, light mineral hint.<br />Producer: Billecart-Salmon</span><br /><br />Check out the range of excellent goods from<br /><a href="http://www.champagne-billecart.fr/">CHAMPAGNE BILLECART-SALMON</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336449725220905747-7975722189819318374?l=troyonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Edvard Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925648209060863727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336449725220905747.post-68694447491105904492009-07-31T14:05:00.000-07:002009-07-31T18:21:08.168-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNd3ixSFSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q_Gs491Ej2Q/s1600-h/Painting01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNd3ixSFSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q_Gs491Ej2Q/s320/Painting01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364734789936092450" border="0" /></a>On my way to work I came across a series of paintings arranged on the grey concrete walls of the headquarters of Posten Norge. Seems this is an ongoing project, and a very cool one indeed I must say - And last but not least, what a brilliant bitch of an idea -Bigup to the creator!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnN2t6N2gtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MWu3uXwQPSI/s1600-h/Painting02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnN2t6N2gtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MWu3uXwQPSI/s320/Painting02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364762112221938386" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336449725220905747-6869444749110590449?l=troyonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Edvard Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925648209060863727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336449725220905747.post-86528544053502409272009-07-31T12:31:00.000-07:002009-08-01T01:09:31.794-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNHxUxfNjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KgZMwpTeCzU/s1600-h/Karl+Lagerfeld+Confidential.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lJBuvHOvHSo/SnNHxUxfNjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KgZMwpTeCzU/s320/Karl+Lagerfeld+Confidential.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364710493843830322" border="0" /></a><br />For my 31st birthday my boyfriend gave me, pink roses, Crémant on ice, Lush cosmetics, Speedos and the documentary Lagerfeld Confidential. Now that's gold I tell you!<br />If you ask me, this is a must see and mandatory material for anyone interested in fashion.<br /><br />A glimpse into the life of the biggest queen of em all...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Documentary: Lagerfeld Confidential<br />Director: Rudolphe Marconi</span><br /><br />-Alexander: YOU ARE AMAZING!<br />-Karl Lagerfeld: WOW!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Movie Homepage:</span><br /><a href="http://www.lagerfeldfilm.com/">LAGERFELD CONFIDENTIAL</a><br /><br />*Pissing everywhere isn't very Chanel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336449725220905747-8652854405350240927?l=troyonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Edvard Troyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925648209060863727noreply@blogger.com0