Jannik & I @ The Hotel Bellagio
6 am morning view from LA home just before leaving for Vegas
Getting pulled over by the Highway Patrol between LA and Vegas
The Pacific Palisades
Have you ever gate crashed a party? Of course you have (and if you haven’t get your boney ass in gear and try it before you get too old!). The question here is rather; have you ever gate crashed a private birthday party in The affluent Pacific Palisades at 3 pm where you are guest number 6 arriving, which means that there’s no way in hell that you can sneak in. No no. You are introduced to everybody as ”Miss uhh…..’yeah, who is it exactly you are again…? Oh me? Well, I’m Kristina (big smile) Korsholm (even bigger smile)”.…. And did I mention that everybody (all 5 of them) is in their trunks and bikinis in the dolphin shaped swimming in front of the breathtaking view staring at me with big Oprah-white smiles and reflection shades like I’m some abstract painting by an unknown artist on mushrooms.
But after a good sweaty 25 minutes drive in 105 degrees my look channels more rag doll than doll. So I don’t blame their glances. My Matthew Williamson top and American Apparel Daisy Dukes are clinging to my damp body. And make-up? Let’s not even go there.
I’m not sure whether it’s the brightness of their pearly whites or the sun that blinds me, but my eyes are really starting to burn even through my Valentino Shades. So when there’s still no sign of recognition, I stutter that I was expecting my friend to be here and I’m sorry to intrude and I make a run for the bar and the restroom to collect myself. Great call KK! I will just stay here and powder my nose till my friend makes her appearance. Then my blackberry beeps; 3 unheard messages. I hate the Hills. Reception sucks. It’s my friend saying that she’s been knocking on the front door forever and tried to call everybody without success (no reception) and now she’s leaving.
I can’t believe it! She left the party without even having made it through the front door. Wow this must be the negative of gate crashing parties. Nevertheless here I am – alone in the bathroom – alone with a mojito… and since it would be too embarrassing to just make a run for the it and pretend I never set foot here I decide to drown my shyness in alcohol and face the music. The party people in the dolphin shaped pool that is. Mind you, this group of people are all in the film industry and since I made it my business to articulate my full name I don’t want to meet these folks and their broad white smiles down the road in some nerve wrecking casting situation and get; ”Oh hiya, there we have the runaway girl..ha ha ha”.
So I down the drink and help myself to another on my way out to the pool where I take a seat feet in the turquoise water and try to mingle with the crowd who’s trandformed form 5 into 15 in my absence in the powder room. Funny thing is it’s soooo easy to mingle in LA. Most people are out of towners, or people from other countries who moved to LA years back, so there’s always something to conversate about.
Later on I meet a lawyer friend of mine that I met at the Maxim party a couple of weeks back. I suddenly have ‘friends’ at this party. Yay! He’s such a character. He always makes it his business to connect everybody at parties so I get introduced to a Miss Fitness, who looks like she could snap me between her fingers and have me for breakfast. But she turns out to be really cool and funny. I’m introduced as ”an amazingly talented actress” (Note: hmm I can live with that ha ha 
. Again it is sooooo LA! )
Then I get to talk to the birthday boy, who’s, well not exactly a boy anymore, but I don’t want to get sued by mentioning age here. We figure out that he knows my old crazy, alcoholic agent from NYC from the days when I was modeling in the city. (which when we’re talking LA time isn’t that long ago ..). My agent used to make a couple of runs to the liquor stores when he chaperoned me out to castings. He was a raving lunatic. But super creative and visionary. To bad the substance abuse got the better of him. After a couple of bottles, still brown paper bag in hand he’d dance like he was in a Broadway show. Singing and tap dancing sideways on the cobblestones in The West Village. I remember how embarrassing it was to visit the photographers with this Broadway chanting character in the same room screaming how he is going to make me a star and the photographer would be crazy not to book me now. No need to say I had to get a new agent.
Once again it’s proven that the World is much smaller than we think and that we have friends in the most unexpected places.
After a couple of hours in the Pacific Palisades I ventured back to West Hollywood where I had an appointment with my Iranian waxing lady. She’s the best in town. So hit me up if you’re looking for the perfect fit in that department. 
And now I have to pack for Vegas, so I have to go. My man and I are driving out there very early in the a.m. to get a a little road trip out of it. I’ll write more about that experience tomorrow.
XOXO
K
One for the money, two for the show.
Hit the Louis store right on Rodeo.
White SL, the colour of Yayo
Pass the cup to my girl and told her to sip slow.
This my show, watch me baby, The way i go can’t stop me baby
Seatbelt beside me baby, LA just drive me crazy.
We could float through the city night, im drunk and your lookin real pretty right.
Make love i ain’t finna fight.
Not once, we can go till we get it right.
What it cost i can fit the price
Got a house in hills you can spend the night.
When they ask who turns you out.
(Chorus)
She came from over-seas
To be a star on the boulevard
She wants sex on the beach
We can share, its only fair
Ive got paradise on call, its ours, its ours!
She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee
We run L.A!
Yeh, cut alot of girls, cut alot of cheques.
Thats the life here on sunset.
Rich and famous i am sucess.
Met her at Les Deux and she do love sex.
Ima sip this, you do the rest
You know what you do, you do the best
Do me a favour, lose the dress
Its nice by the way, Chanel i guess.
LAMB handbags i know where they sell those.
Maybe later on we can hit Melrose.
All you gotta do is hit me on my cellphone.
Baby girl me and you can kick it like a field goal.
Know who i be, call me YB.
Red carpet i dont need the I.D
Cazals on my face, you dont see what i see
(Where) Girl you know where i be
(Where) Hollywood Swingin’
(Thats right) Hollywood Swingin’
(Thats right) Hollywood Swingin’
(Where) Girl you know where i be
(Where) Hollywood Swingin’
(Thats right) Hollywood Swingin’
(Thats right) Hollywood Swingin’
(Chorus)
She came from over-seas
To be a star on the boulevard
She wants sex on the beach
We can share, its an all in affair
Ive got paradise on call, its ours, its ours!
She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee
We run L.A!
by Ya Boy & Dr. Hollywood
Ok, this is the deal:
Tomorrow afternoon I’m going to an important birthday-thing for an important big-shot director here in Hwood.
And
Sunday very early in the a.m. I’m going to Las Vegas with my man to check out the fashion fairs, clubs, restaurants, and to get the hell out of LA for a couple of days.
So as any sane girl this is what I need to do before tomorrow 2 p.m.:
1. Get my unruly troll hair fixed. And since I’m doing it the ‘recessionista’ way I’m doing it myself. Yes ma’am! I have some color stashed in the drawer and my little comb. mix it in a bowl and use the comb to ‘paint’ a couple of streaks of hair around the crown of my head. Just to give it a hint of sunshine or … something…. Though I’m not exactly sure what. I will let you knwo how that goes.
2. Go to the gym and let the Power Plate work me so I can work it later in something mini-ish.
3. Get a mani-pedi…I’m feeling ‘Gucchi-mucchi-pucchi’ or maybe ‘Ballet Slippers’. (we’re talking colors of nail polish if you missed that one)
4. Get a serious waxing. Definitely the legs, but also everything else that needs… I can’t decide which spa I should visit tomorrow. If you have any tips in WeHo please let me know.
5. Choose outfits that are not too over the top, but still works the crowd.
Did I forget anything…?
Having had one of those really weird days where I feel sedated, alone, out of control and excluded from the rest of the world I begin to contemplate control versus intimacy. What does those two concepts really mean? Can you have one without the other or do they out rule each other? Can you be in control and still be truly intimate with someone?
When are you intimate with someone? Is it when you are emotionally naked, open, honest and out of control, when you are in love or is it something you are in control of?
And is it still intimacy if the other person doesn’t accept your emotional state of mind?
Does a control freak ever feel real intimacy with other people or even with them selves or is it too boundary crossing?
Maybe intimacy can be suffocating. If you don’t want it and it’s forced on you.
I guess it really depends on the eyes that see whether intimacy is controlling or intimate…
Drum roll please! While most fashion addicts around the World are anticipating The September Issue of Vogue we can indulge in this ‘Letterman versus Wintour’ encounter. Letterman might not be ‘in vogue’, but he certainly is funny. Who doesn’t remember his opening at the 67 Academy Awards when he goes: ‘Oprah….Uma….Oprah….Uma’. If you haven’t seen that google it immediately. it’s hilarious! The man is insane and always walking that thin line between being over the top and just plain funny.
Versace models shot by peter Lindbergh
Still procrastinating and feeling sorry for myself. What is better than browsing beauties online. This shot is gorgeous if you are into the whole biker chick thing, which I am. I think it rocks. And funny thing is I think this location might be Williamsburg in NYC very close to my old apartment. Just shot more than a decade ago and long before I set foot in that hood .
Iman
Helena Christensen
A recent shot from Vogue Espana of Cindy Crawford in one of the must-do uniform jackets of the season
Supermodel Veruschka in YSL
Veruschka is one of my favorite models slash beauty icons. She has diversity, grace and a beauty like no other. She starred in Antonioni’s film Blow-Up from 1966 when her career as a model was peaking. Blow-up is a picturesque film, which became of great value and inspiration to the fashion industry ever since as well as it is a big mile stone in film history.
I woke up and it’s just one of those mornings at a certain time of the month where you just want to cry, beat something or somebody up and eat chocolate while doing it. But somehow this video, however old it might be, just takes me away and gives me a brake from myself.
it’s beyond beautiful, peaceful, dreamy and has everything that I want today: a flat belly, sultry green eyes, long brown hair, olive skin, a beach on Hawaii and Chris Isaac’s voice. But I don’t want him around. No thanks! In my state of mind I would probably smack him across his face for trying to look like Elvis and being so ‘nice’. God I’m horrible today! I should just go right back to bed.
view from balcony
Yesterday I had a real ‘Hollywood- actressy-kinda’ day. Since I work with Europe late at night because of the 9 hours time difference I usually sleep in a bit to catch up on some rest. So waking up late, shuffling my lazy body out onto the balcony and stumbling over Emma our English Bulldog who likes to tan in the doorway, I stretch and take in the view of L.A. and smile to myself. Damn I’m so lucky to experience this! To live my life with all it’s ups an downs. It’s never a walk in the park, but who wants to be in a park everyday when you can have the view over LA Downtown to your left and the Pacific Ocean to your right…? Even though it’s a bit foggy the scenario is to die for and its beauty takes me by surprise every time I stand out here.
Numerous coffees, phone calls and emails later I throw on my Dior denim skirt with all the zippers, a washed out black tank top, vintage heels and my beloved Balenciaga motorcycle bag. Get in the Bronco, which by the way cost almost 300 bucks to fix (!!) and it’s going to need more work in the near future, which is going to cost 600 bucks (!!!!!!!!!). I head down to my fave meeting spot ‘Little Next Door’. A cute, French café on 3rd street right next to one of my fave restaurants ‘Next Door’. If you’re ever in town you gotta visit both. They are LA essentials. I’m meeting with the Director who’s Swedish and whom I’ve met before in Copenhagen years back.
Meeting goes great. Basically he is interested in having me on board on his next project which shoots here in LA and in Mexico. All good and I leave the meeting rushing to he gym before it gets too packed. Living in LA a visit to the gym 3-4 times a week is mandatory for me. I cannot stay in shape without it since LA isn’t a city where you walk or get exercised in other ways. I don’t have a metabolism like a racehorse and I like to eat and drink whatever and whenever I please. So I hit the gym as often as I get a chance. And if you are into celebrity spotting the Equinox gym in WeHo is the place to break a sweat; Mr. Big, Jeremy Piven, Fabio, Diane Kryger, Gerald Buttler, Jessica Simpson, Mickey Rourke are avid users of this hot spot. Trés Hollywood!
After the gym I race down to Trader Joe’s – an all organic super market which is also a Hollywood classic – and then back up the hill just in time for my interview. Sin City Sessions is a radio show that airs in Las Vegas and maybe LA…I’m not quite sure, but they want to talk to me about my upcoming movies and fashion. I’m actually really nervous about this, because the friggin’ interview is live on air!!! It’s soooo different to be yourself and to speak about your work and point of view than it is to play a character in a movie or in a play. I’d much rather do the latter two. I get so ‘heady’ when I talk about ‘my work’ and ‘what I do’. The acting is way more fun and I can use my imagination and play.
At 9 pm (PST) I go on air (LIVE) and luckily the host Marq is a sweetheart. Maybe he senses my nerves all the way to Sin City.
The interview goes ok with out too many fuck ups on me. Or I don’t know….. I really really loath hearing myself trying to be all smart about subjects like ‘the worst and the best dressed this year’ or ‘my favorite word or favorite smell’ or talking about my high school days…..bummer! hahaha . Anyways, if you dare – and please don’t judge me – you can listen to the show online here:
After 45 minutes of radio rambling with Korsholm my boyfriend and I went to the movies and watched Tarantino’s new flick with Brad Pitt. If my interview was nerve wrecking, this movie had me almost leave the theater in the first act. It’s so violent and bloody like…well, Tarantino. But it developed into something much better and I gotta say it’s a pretty awesome and very beautiful movie. The Director of Photography is a genius! Go see it when you have a chance.
Getting into bed around 3 am makes an end to a normal day in my Hollywood life, which sure is different to my European life or even my NYC life style…
speak soon!
xx K
