Thursday 4 July 2013

Min Svenska Äventyr: Part 2

Since September last year, I have lived in Skåne, southern Sweden, in and around the little town of Lund. The Swedish chapter in my book of life has now come to an end, and so like the end of any chapter, I am now reflecting on what I have learned, what I found interesting and what I would like to take on board (as well as leave well and truly on the Swedish side of the North Sea). Yes, they are nearly all blonde, blue eyed and intimidatingly attractive; yes, they love IKEA; and no, I haven’t met one single porn star. Here’s some other stuff I did learn:

Less is more

Surprisingly to some, the Swedes wear more than just painted clogs, pinafores and knee socks with tassels these days (although two Swedes I know do actually wear clogs in their day-to-day activities…). Although the traditional dress is colourful and decorative, modern Swedish fashion is quite the opposite, known for its clean lines, cool tones, minimalist features and quality fabrics. H&M dominates the high street, exhibited in my Swedish friend’s annoyance with Lund town after discovering it ONLY hosted one store. Other brands have led the way in the global representation of Swedish fashion, a few of my faves were Acne, CheapMonday, Monki and Filippa K.

Filippa K

It could be down to the frustrating level of natural attractiveness of the general population, but the Swedes seem to have effortless style: There’s no ‘tacky’, no ‘flamboyant’ and no ‘tasteless’ in their fashion vocabulary. Their style seems to combine functionality with beauty, creating looks that could make the transition from day wear to night wear with ease, very much unlike the transformation that the Brits undergo
Cheap Monday for The Buffalo Exchange
to get ready to hit the tiles, from a smart office caterpillar to an (often grotesque) butterfly clad in spider like false lashes, streaky fake tans, 4 inch heels and dresses that show more cellulite than would be shown on BBC1 before 21.00. The Swede’s diurnal outfits most often consist of spray-on black trousers over (leather heeled boots for the girls or) simple converse trainers, teamed with thick knit jumpers in creams and greys, crisp white shirts, or dull coloured t-shirts (add huge knit scarves for winter) and usually topped with a head of ice blonde hair and a suspicious tan. Simple, yet lagom.


Swedish street style

As for interior design, Swedish style creates spaces that are indistinguishable between a friendly family home and a swanky city apartment. Lots of white walls, pale colour furniture, thick sheep skin rugs, bright paintings to add colour where needed, odd feature ornaments (one Swedish living room I sat in had a sprayed gold moose head on the wall…) and of course a few IKEA items. Compared to the often fussy, frilly and over-done British interiors, Swedish homes give some space to breathe and a clear mind to think. Again, mainly functional yet quietly beautiful.

Swedish living room
This style could also be due to Swedish society’s position on the gray scale between communism and a dictatorship, on which it sits quite firmly around the point of egalitarianism, and hence when the mantra is “everyone is equal”, it’s hard for flamboyance to have room to spread its wings. In the book Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, she writes “every city has a single word that defines it, that identifies most people who live there”, which included New York City’s word = ACHIEVE; Los Angeles = SUCCEED; Naples = FIGHT; and Stockholm = CONFORM. When a country likes to stick to the safety of the herd, I suppose it subsequently invests its energy in, and hence stream lines its style to be; very good at what lies in the middle ground. Nothing too brash, fussy or tacky, but still with some interesting features, functionality and elegance.

Perhaps it’s finally time to grow up to Swedish standards and get rid of my gold sequin mini-dress, neon lava lamp, purple walls, floral head bow… blue plastic door beads… red polka dot shirt… tribal pattern platform heels… and… the list goes on. I think the local charity shops are definitely going to appreciate the “less is more” idea I’m taking home... less for me, more for them.

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Min Svenska Äventyr: Part 1

Since September last year, I have lived in Skåne, southern Sweden, in and around the little town of Lund. The Swedish chapter in my book of life has now come to an end, and so like the end of any chapter, I am now reflecting on what I have learned, what I found interesting and what I would like to take on board (as well as leave well and truly on the Swedish side of the North Sea). Yes, they are nearly all blonde, blue eyed and intimidatingly attractive; yes, they love IKEA; and no, I haven’t met one single porn star. Here’s some other stuff I did learn:

The Power of Fika

After the words “Hej”, “Tack” and “Toalett?” the next Swedish word I learnt was “Fika”. If there’s one thing the Swedes get right, it’s baked goods. The reverence and enthusiasm with which they are prepared and consumed is in my experience, unparalleled. I had never heard of a country having a whole day reserved for a particular baked good until I came to Sweden, and discovered Kanelbullens Dag, Luciadag and Semmeldagen, spread strategically throughout the year - and based on the addictiveness of each one, it’s surprising that more Swedes don’t clog the hospitals suffering with diabetes.

So... good...

But fika is so much more than baked goods – it’s a Swedish social institution, even stronger (dare I say) than the Brit’s afternoon tea. In 2007, a record 2,620 people sat down for fika in the Swedish city of Kalmar. That’s dedication. Fika is both a noun and a verb: one can meet to fika, or meet for fika, but it will always involve strong coffee and some type of sweet sticky thing. Fika is not something to have/do alone, it is an excuse for a gossip with friends, business meeting or no-pressure date. Fika has been served at pretty much every academic meeting, and after every conference and seminar I’ve attended at Lund University, and it really does make them that bit more tempting to go, listen, and hang around for a discussion afterwards, leading to greater interest, productivity and achievement. God help the Swede who organises a meeting and forgets to organise the fika… Sweden hasn’t played a major role in war since the Fälttåget mot Norge (campaign against Norway) in 1814, and they are a renownedly calm people - but take away their fika… and tensions rise surprisingly rapidly.

Fika instructions in my department at Lund University, note the meeting times

 From my brushes with employment in the UK, it seems tea/coffee drinking is just as widespread, and is just as in demand as in Sweden: and yet it’s not the same. The Swedes organise fika in the work place together at specific times, rather than squirreling away a tea break at their desks in private as we do, which really unites the employees, gives everyone a chance to network, and helps to solve problems that may have been missed otherwise. For example, it was over a fika break that I organised my master’s thesis project, learned about the politics of lion conservation from a Nigerian, learned how to remote access my computer from home as well as learning a bit more about the people in the department I was in. Fika is a time to step back and reflect on life, whether it’s life in the work place, friendships, or romance, as well as to listen to a friend’s problems, get an opinion or learn something new. Jag kan ta en kanelbulle och stor café latte – Tack!

Enjoying fika with friends