A moment in life: In the taxi, happy from rakija and the general atmosphere from the pre-party, I picked up my small compact camera and started taking photos of the three of us. This very self-indulgent practice of taking photos of oneself – we all did it in our teens and put them up on our Lunarstorm or Helgon or Bilddagboken or Facebook pages. There are many extraordinarily silly pictures taken of me, Hanna and Kirke in hallways at pre-parties, on tube stations and in club toilets, six, maybe eight years ago. It felt like the right thing to do, for nostalgia’s sake, to resume this self-portrait practice on this amazing night when we were all three in Belgrade together, on our way to a bachelorette party.
Pretty serious at first.
And then it deteriorated.
Katja Malmborg 