Annika Berglund: That was shot in London. It was in this tiny little shop next to the Old Spitalfields Market. I looked in the shop window and I got so intrigued that I just had to take some pictures of all the tacky dolls in there. I didn't get nervous though, I just couldn't believe how much shit they could fit in one room.
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I love portraits. I also like to take pictures of buildings, architecture, and bridges, but I have a ridiculous fascination with churches and religious artifacts. I take photos of everything really. My collection of cameras is increasing all the time. I go on tours with friends and I get to take pictures of new places, but also of shows and funny incidents from tour life. I could go on forever talking about my favorite things to photograph.Which photo from this issue was your favorite?
Probably the one Gavin Watson took. It made me laugh!How long have you been taking photographs?
A long time. I've always liked it. But actually making an effort to do something with it? Maybe six years now. It started with taking pictures of punk shows where I grew up. I wanted to document the local scene for the future, and then it just got out of hand. I’ve lived in Stockholm for four years now and I still take pictures of punk shows. Most of my pictures involve musicians, like live shows, portraits, tours… It's pretty much the essence of my work. I actually still use my very first point and shoot, too. I like finding old cameras at flea markets. I love film.
I used to work with a magazine called Denimzine in Stockholm, and we had an annual 24-hour party cruise on the Baltic Sea with a bunch of bands. So much fun! The Black Lips played one of those cruises and that’s when we became buds. I remember my friends and I were standing on deck with Jared and there were three white trash dudes standing a few feet away who were on the cruise just to see The Misfits play. One of them placed his drink on the rail of the boat and when he looked away, Jared chucked his empty beer glass at his drink so the bottle fell overboard. When the guy turned back, he couldn't figure out in his drunken state where the drink went. His buddy however saw what happened while he was on the phone and said to the guy on the other line, really pissed off, "Dude I gotta hang up. In two minutes I'm gonna be in a fight!" Jared didn't get beat up however, he pulled the stunt "I don't know. I'm not from here. I'm from Georgia!" They became friends instead. I actually have a photo of Jared and that dude posing like they're best buds!
Well, I lived in Jersey City first, and if it wasn't for the fact that there were two pit bulls with me in the apartment I would've been very careful to walk outside at night. I liked it there but I had to move out because it was way too far of a commute to my friends over in Brooklyn. Besides, I was living with like 100 pets and I caught one of the cats taking a dump in a hole in the kitchen floor. Then I moved to Brooklyn, sublet a room, and three days later I left. Bed bugs! Fucking gross! It's hell. No one wants to hang out with you because they spread so easily. It's like a disease. After that I got all my shit cleaned, became bug-free, happy, and I moved in with this lady who was like an old world champion in accordion playing. She was a total hippie-like dreamer. A free spirit. She talked to herself a lot. I don't know how I find all of these people. Makes for good stories I guess.annikaberglund.tumblr.comELLIS JONES