I'm from Sweden. We don't wear clothes in Sweden.

We don't have paparazzi following you in Sweden.

Being followed is weird, that people want to discuss where I ate lunch or what I wear when I go to lunch... the private life is just gone.

There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden. In a way, I feel that time doesn't exist in LA. Sometimes I don't know if it's February or April or October, because you're always sitting outside on the same patio, and it's 70 degrees.

There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden.

Nothing says you're more sexy than when you wear clothes.