This feature is taken from our Autumn schedule.

Recently a couple of 405-ers headed out to a gorgeous looking, and very autumnal, Stockholm as part of our new four part photographic/video series on the music scene there.

We spent a lot of time with emerging and established female acts - but there will be more of that over the coming weeks. For Part I in this series, check out Tim Boddy and Doron Vidavski's disposable photo diary of their adventure - including a dramatic mid-air catfish moment.

Everything you've probably heard about the leafy Nordic city is true: the coffee's excellent, everything (and everyone) is so aesthetically pleasing, the light fittings are exquisite, and yes it is relatively expensive. Some extra findings: everyone loves a bit of snus (tobacco you leave in your face - being a non-smoker I found myself feeling very high, chatty, and with an inability to feel my legs and parts of my face after some of this), the dog-game there is outstanding, and listening to The Radio Dept. in Sweden feels and sounds better than back in the UK.

Here are said light fittings in our "aesthetically pleasing" Airbnb apartment:

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Sweden: 405 Disposable

Though before our arrival there was some mini-drama on the plane. Months and months ago I was talking to some guy on OkCupid, for all of like a day. Something to pass the time on the bus, you know. I realised after a bit that a) Oh right this conversation is boring me (how on earth are you not a fan of Internet cats?) and b) Oh right having looked at your photos I'm not attracted to you. Which are both kind of important things aren't they.

Anyways I stopped talking... except the other guy didn't. Every few weeks "fancy a drink?" "wanna meet up?" etc. I never once responded - and - he kept on looking at my profile. He even found me on another dating site, and started messaging me there and asking me out. A couple of weeks before the trip he got in contact AGAIN. I always felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation.

So Doron and I are on the plane discussing online personas - I mention that sometimes I worry that I'm too open in this respect as I'm a social media whore, and anyone could find out anything about me quite quickly (please don't test this out. No-one needs to see my LiveJournal angst). Doron mentioned Catfish, which I had not seen but knew the premise - and regales stories about this to me in great, terrifying detail.

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So I'm in the middle of telling an antidote, and out of the corner of my eye I see someone stand up. Immediately I know the face is familiar. Then it clicks. It's THE guy that had been harassing me online. Panic, utter panic. I freeze mid sentence, the words not able to fall out of my mouth, having no idea what I was even talking about. "Do not make any eye contact, look out the window, eyes down, eyes on the emergency landing literature - oh what I'd give to be that guy with his head down in the emergency landing literature, in the embrace position as the plane tumbles out of the sky".

In my peripheral vision I see him walking down the aisle to the toilet. Being at the back row, we are essentially right by this toilet. And I cannot externalise this sheer terror to Doron, it has to remain this internal angst. I'm 30,000 feet in the air, trapped in this metal tube with my catfish. There is no escape.

So that was fun. Catfish if you're reading this: hi, and thanks for not approaching me.

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Doron crafting a makeshift 405 sign down by the docks:

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Found outside the wonderful Fotografiska - a a centre for contemporary photography.
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A brunch consisting of every food group you can think of. Fresh fruit, bbq ribs, pancakes, quiche, a cheese and ham toastie, and yogurt.

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Sweden: 405 Disposable

The ABBA Museum. We reached peak-Sweden here.

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On our way to film a very special Swedish artist.

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The mannequin game was also strong in Stockholm.

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Exquisite looking bread could be found in every cafe; and in every cafe exquisite wifi could be found.

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Our favourite eatery - Cafe Blå Lotus. A vegetarian cafe with unique decor and the best quinoa. It may or not be a feminist cafe, as we were the only males out of the 20 or so customers.

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Sweden: 405 Disposable

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The holy grail: a Sandqvist store. Okay, this is actually where peak-Sweden was reached - especially since was Doron sporting a Sandqvist bag. I let the side down with my Herschel.

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We searched high and low for a Princess Cake, or prinsesstårta in Swedish. Our appetite for the multi-layered cake had been whetted on a Bake Off challenge from a few weeks earlier. We ate all of them.

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