I love that every new day brings new experiences. Remembering that some days are good, some days are bad, and some days are just meh, is just a fact of life. Perhaps we just need a little reminder now and then. But these ups and downs are all part of this adventurous journey that we call life, and I believe that we have more power over it than we might realize.
Today has been a surreal day, in a very good way. I got up very early and worked with my husband at our salon, and after about five hours there, I went to work for one of my favorite clients at her home in Bel Air, and we ended up going back to the salon in Beverly Hills together -- the gorgeous woman needed her hair done. And there's no better hairstylist than my husband in this town!
I've been meaning to decorate the salon for Halloween since like October 1st, but that's just not happened yet. So I went to a liquor store across the street from the salon to buy candy for our clients.
Almost all their candy was from Eastern Europe, and since I'm not fluent in Slavic, I ended up buying a bag full of what I am pretty sure was Snickers and Reese's Pieces with a Polish ingredient list. Lol.
They had lollipops though, and who doesn't like lollipops? I'm so not a candy person, but I can always lick on a lollipop.
We both just got home, and right now we're having a glass of wine while we're doing our thang. I've put on Beyoncé, and while Hubby is making jewelry, I'm writing this.
He just dropped a giant diamond ring in my wine glass, and I'm not sure whether to drink it or just pour myself a new one. For some reason I feel like diamonds should have antibacterial properties, but I guess that's just being blissfully ignorant.
I can't wait to share photos of our brand new patio and living room. We've been working on it for a couple of months now, and it's so lovely that I just hate leaving home, and coming home is like a wow-experience, every single time. I've been thinking about doing AirBnB in one of our spare guest suites, it would be a wonderful way to meet people from all over the world, but we're still a little too skeptical to make the final decision. Anyone with experiences to share?
I love you all, thank you for all your support and kind words of encouragement. It feels good to know that there are people out there who care for me, and I want to let you know that the feelings are mutual.
Even in the darkest of moments, speaking our truth can be the most effective step towards healing. I'm living proof... moving on to the next great thing!
I would like to finish by saying Fuck Photoshop. Body dysmorphia, eating disorders, anxiety, and depression are all on the rise. Flawlessness comes from within, and not via an app. This is me, too lazy to try to edit myself to look like someone I'm not. Embracing how we actually look, rather than trying to edit ourselves out of proportion might not make the world a better place, but perhaps we'll feel a little bit better about ourselves, without drugs or therapy. From now on I won't post any photoshopped pictures, it's just a matter of principle.
It’s so easy when everything is good. I live for the good times. The good laughs. The happy days. My husband. My family. My friends.
But sometimes... it’s not that easy. I’m conflicted in many ways. If life in L.A. is a marathon, life back in Norway is like a relaxing stay at a 5-star resort.
It’s hard coming to terms with my life choices sometimes. But I always followed my dreams. I haven’t had many dreams about the future lately, but I’ve always known I’ll end up wherever I belong. As cliché as it may sound, I do believe everything happens for a reason, and that we always have a choice, no matter what the situation is.
I feel like I’ve neglected myself totally. I’ve stopped caring about how I look. How I dress. Whether I have had my fillers and Botox or not. It’s more like a day to day survival instinct kind of thing. I don’t know how healthy this is, but I’m still alive, and I never really thought I’d still be here at 25.
I’m at a loss for words when it comes to getting myself back to my normal self. I’m starving myself to the point of exhaustion just to have an OK body, and if I sleep for more than 3 hours it feels like a victory.
Still, I want to keep going. I just don’t know how. Maybe it’ll come to me. Maybe it won’t. My past is so scary that I spend half of my energy suppressing the memories. And the future is so uncertain that it scares the shit out of me. And it seems like the present is just absent.
I wish life had a manual. #stayingpositive
In the past few weeks I've written 14 blog posts that I've just, well, not published. It's not that I don't want my word out there, I think it's more about me getting more comfortable in my own skin, and doing what's good for me and my loved ones, rather than just writing for the purpose of writing. I'm still not sure what the purpose of this post is, but whatever, I've enjoyed creating it!
This is my first lottery ticket ever. We almost won $190 billion, but we didn't, so whatever... The point is, I'm being adventurous and trying new things that I've always steered away from. Um, technically it was my husband who got this at the gas station, but I still consider myself adventurous due to the fact that I actually checked whether or not we won $190 billion. Which we didn't... lol.
I can tell you one crazy thing, though! This might come as a shock to you all (or not), but I've never been into sports, and while I always cheered for my hometown's soccer team Molde Fotballklubb (MFK), it took me like a decade just to learn the rules of soccer, which is a game with fairly simple rules compared to all the American sports, like baseball and whatever else is out there. I'm clueless when it comes to basically any sport, I just know that whichever team has the most points win. And then they advance into more prestigious leagues, I guess...?
Our amazing botox/fillers-lady Elizabeth of Rand Rusher in Beverly Hills stopped by to get her hair as fiery hot as herself. Our clients are just the most amazing people, from all walks of life, all corners of the Earth, and it's just a whole big love fest. I'm sporting the kick ass vegan leather apron I got my husband for use at work, in an attempt to reduce the amount of new clothes we have to buy. One day at the salon = at least one forever-stained outfit, but not any more! Yay for brainpower.
However, 10 years ago I went to my first Dodgers game. I was like 14 and still living in Norway, just visiting L.A. for a language travel.
I didn't understand what the hell the players were doing on the field, and the free food was really the most exciting thing about it. Now that I actually live in Los Angeles, and the Dodgers are playing games like all the time, I'm kinda secretly hoping for the Dodgers to fail so I don't have to deal with the insane traffic that every game brings. A trip that would've taken me 20 minutes on the freeway can take 2 hours when the Dodgers are playing. No likey.
I'm also kind of cheering for the Dodgers, and want them to win the World Series or whatever it's called, because that would be cool. Wow, I'm really wordy this morning!
I guess this could be considered the first thing I've ever put in writing about sports. Even in college when I was writing for the university newspaper, and was asked to report on sports stories, I just came up with some excuse so I wouldn't have to put myself through all that.
As usual, life is a trip, with the good and the bad and everything in between. The weather is amazing (yes, I love you California), and today we're going shopping in Venice. My husband is so excited about it that he's literally been talking about what new outfits to get for a week now, so when he gets home in an hour, I'm gonna surprise him with a giftcard to his favorite store, and take him straight there.
I'm hoping for a beautiful rest of the day, gosh, I only slept two hours last night... But most of all I want to thank each and every one of you for reading all this nonsense, and even giving me feedback. Wow!
The sleep survey I published a little while ago here, (still time to complete it - please do), is almost at 100 respondents, and I can't wait to write a piece about healthy sleep habits, and reveal the huge differences between Americans and Europeans in sleep habits. So stay tuned for more!
In 2016 we moved from Toluca Lake to the Westside, five minutes away from the beach in Santa Monica. It seems like I spent less time at the beach when I moved closer to it... I never stopped enjoying life here in sunny California though!
And then I realized 'Auntie Mame' is my favorite movie of all time, and I found Rosalind's star in Hollywood. Playing tourist in your hometown might be fun, but if you live in L.A., you should know better than to ever go to Hollywood -- it's scary, dirty, filthy and full of annoying tourists and people dressed up as Star Wars characters.
Is it just me, or is that lady in the background giving me the stink eye? I know she's got her shades on, but I can still feel it. She's probably jealous of my lukewarm prosecco served in a stemless plastic cup, while she's sipping to water with a plastic straw. I mean, if there's a plastic straw mafia out there, feel free to use this photo.
The rest of 2016/2017/2018 consists of more than 50,000 photos. So I'll leave you with this one from RIGHT NOW, happy Thursday!
Our dear friend and client Lisa Waltz, actress and Westside activist (Pick Pico!) is getting her hair done at our salon right now. This fabulous lady was the ordaining priestess at our wedding. And I got that sexy leather apron for my husband last weekend -- doesn't he look great?
Have an amazing weekend, world!
I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 3 am today. I couldn't find my phone, and Alexa wasn't responding, so I actually had to find my computer to figure out what time it was. By the time I figured out how early it was, I had already gotten up from bed, and applied a facial and an eye mask. So I went into the drawing room, got comfy on the sofa, and started watching this nature/animal documentary on Amazon.
All of a sudden it's close to 5 am, and going back to sleep isn't really an alternative at this point. Once I go to sleep it takes me eight hours to wake up. According to my phone I went to sleep around 7 pm last night. I know yesterday was quite stressful -- family drama, dealing with insurance companies, work, and on top of that taking the car into the shop, and filling out a bunch of forms for the beloved bureaucracy of Norway. After doing laundry, a grueling migraine confined me to bed, and somehow I managed to stay asleep for eight hours.
Right now my biggest dilemma is whether to make coffee and put on the morning news on KTLA, or to continue watching this "Wildest Islands"-animal documentary. My husband is sound asleep, and we don't start work till 11 am, so I guess I might as well go back to sleep. The only problem about going back to sleep is that my husband usually wakes up when I come back into bed, and vice versa. It's like a little curse that we joke about. Whenever he gets up from bed, I wake up, and whenever I am ready to fall asleep, he wakes up.
Guess I'd better stick to my British narrated wildlife docu, have a little drink, and wait till the sun gets up before I do anything else, like another facial or something.
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I feel like time has just gone by so fast lately that I was almost shocked to learn that it’s mid-October already. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been off the grid or anything like that, but I guess I’ve been very consumed by everything that life has had to offer lately.
Right now I’m sitting in the waiting room at my therapist’s office. I’m trying to think about what I want to discuss with my therapist, but all I can do is enjoy the memories I made with my husband this weekend.
Sunday was a fabulous day. We went out to eat, then headed to the Landmark to watch A Star Is Born, then we headed to another restaurant, and went home to catch the 9 pm premiere of the rebooted Charmed series on the CW.
I’ve always been a huge Charmed-fan, and was naturally very excited about the new show, but I would’ve never believed that the reboot seems to be just as good as the original — perhaps even better. I am still captivated and in awe of the new show, and I guess this is the first time since the invention of streaming that I will be waiting for something to air on network TV, and even watch the commercials without having a meltdown.
If they are trying to recapture a lost audience (anyone below the age of 40), I think they’re doing something right. Don’t get me wrong, I will never reactivate our cable unless they shut down the internet and that’s our only option, but I sure as hell will turn in on KTLA5 every Sunday on the Amazon antenna we have, just to watch Charmed 2.0.
Now I’m at the hair salon waiting for my husband to make my hair fabulous. I’ve not decided on color or cut just yet, so I guess I’m gonna take a look on Instagram for inspiration for cool hairstyles. I've been wearing it platinum and basically with the same cut forever now, so I'm ready for a change. I've wanted to go brunette, but the only response I get from my husband is "I married a blonde!"
Our dear friends Mary Jane & Cate + MJ's son Christopher, took us out for a fabulous vegan dinner with lovely cocktails at Gratitude on Canon Drive in Beverly Hills tonight.
The company was amazing. The food was beyond. The drinks were great. The service was impeccable.
And Chris brought a few "Fuck Trump!"-buttons from San Francisco for us to wear.
Well, more like a collection of three dozen different "Fuck Trump!"-buttons.
I chose the one with the rainbow flag, and Phil took the one with the middle finger.
Take your pick, right?
God, I miss San Francisco, how liberal it is, and everything about it except the weather. It really reminds me of Oslo.
What a fun evening!
I really needed to get out and be with people I love, sharing a meal, meaningful conversations, and lots of laughs and an overall amazing mood and a great vibe. Good therapy for the soul.
Thank you so much my dear friends.
- xo, Lars
BTW, check out my Snap story @larstangen :*
This morning I woke up fully dressed to the sound of one of many alarms, with the remnants of last night's take-out spread all over me. I hadn't really slept well in days, so something must have made me get a good night's sleep. Anyways... about ten minutes after waking up I was on the road taking my husband to work, and driving home, my phone stopped working, so I couldn't get Waze to sneak me home via the fastest route. I ended up spending almost one hour getting home, a route that should've taken me 20 minutes max.
I realized how dependent I am on my iPhone, and while attempting to be cheerful in that miserable gridlock that is just regular L.A.-traffic, I figured that it wasn't really possible to be gleeful without my phone while stuck in traffic. I mean, one car per green light is just not cool. They were all honking, probably in frustration, but I still don't see how honking makes traffic flow easier. It just doesn't. It gives me anxiety. Instead of honking I prefer to write.
Wow, what a rant! I actually realized now that the car has a built in navigation system, which I have never used, and I'll try to keep that in mind next time I'm stuck in traffic and my phone goes on strike. And now I have to get on with my day - after a quick shower, a much needed shave, and three eye masks later... I'll be on the road again!
This time I come armed with a working phone and the knowledge of the built in nav-system (oooh, that's what that screen is for...), ready to squeeze my way around L.A. in the never-ending gridlock hellhole that we all love so much!
Time for another photoshoot! Have a wonderful week, world <3
September was crazy -- a month full of new experiences, exciting adventures, and life changing moments.
It's been so much fun and such an experience helping my friend (and first celebrity client) set up her social media!
You all know who I'm talking about, the beautiful lady who danced with a broken foot (!) on Dancing With the Stars last night -- and who will repeat that again tonight.
That takes not only talent and stamina, but also courage and grace. Yes, I'm talking about Nancy McKeon of course! (Call 1.800.868.3411 to vote for #TeamMcVal!)
The experience of working with Nancy on DWTS has been nothing but amazing!
I even did my first Instagram Live video in September.
I'm not sure if I'll do it again, but that too was a valuable experience, and even though I felt embarrassed, people were really nice.
Life isn't always what it seems like, and the other day I posted a little piece on Instagram about this...
Every month has its good and bad moments, and everything in between. I guess that's the definition of life itself, even though we strive for perfection and everlasting happiness, it is impossible to feel the good without experiencing the bad.
In September I was featured in two newspapers. I’ve been on television. I bumped my toe and could barely walk for a week. Someone coughed on me and I had a cold for a few days. Someone even keyed my car! Yet I’m still here — waiting for the next chapter of this amazing adventure that we call life.
These pictures were taken for an interview with a Norwegian newspaper in early September. The feedback I have received on that piece has just been overwhelmingly loving and positive. I want to seize this opportunity to thank everyone (you know who you are) for your support and kindness. I can't believe I'm being called 'courageous' and 'brave'. I'm truly humbled.
I'm really just a regular guy, and I too have my insecurities... But I believe in being open and honest, truthful and kind. Paying it forward... I don't even know if I'm making any sense here, but I'm a writer, so I don't really have to, right?
Bring it on October!
I'm Lars, born and raised in Norway, living the dream in California.