This month, I’m taking you into the world of Vilde – a key player in Ladies 1, a creative soul, and a fellow fan of the song “Anne” (that legendary Hajraa tune we still can’t get out of our heads: “Als ik jou zie ben ik niet meer bij te sturen…”🎶).
After only a few minutes of talking to her, you can tell: music runs through her veins. Vilde’s Spotify playlist is a colourful mix of The Kooks, The 1975, Men I Trust, Gorillaz, and the Japanese band Indigo la End. And honestly, that sums her up perfectly — dreamy, but with a solid beat underneath.
That same dreamy tone runs through her bookshelf. Her two favourites, Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami and Beatles by Lars Saabye Christensen, may seem worlds apart at first, yet they share something essential: they’re both about memory, youth, and the search for who you are.
Norwegian Wood takes you to 1960s Japan, where love and loss intertwine in soft, melancholic prose. It’s one of those books you read slowly, because you don’t want to let go of the feeling it leaves behind. Beatles is a touch lighter but just as profound — four friends coming of age in 1960s Oslo, with The Beatles as the soundtrack to their lives.
On court, she’s fierce, but the moment training ends, she’s happy to swap her volleyball shoes for a gin and tonic glass. “Only Hendrick’s Gin,” she insists firmly. “Anything else is blasphemy.” Pair that drink with pizza or a steaming bowl of ramen, and you’ve got her perfect evening.
Still, Vilde’s competitiveness doesn’t stop at volleyball. Hand her a controller and she turns into a ruthless Mario Kartracer. “I’m ridiculously good at it,” she says — half laughing, half serious. And when she’s in the mood for something calmer, she trades her Nintendo for a game of Ticket to Ride, plotting strategies and building trains late into the night.
Outside the court, the club, and the game nights, there’s another side to Vilde — a softer one. She draws, she dances, she wanders through cafés looking for that perfect spot with good coffee and a delicious slice of cake. Sometimes it’s matcha, sometimes something chocolatey. And on the dance floor, she comes alive — light, free, as if she’s stepped straight into a music video.
A little dreamy, a little rock ’n’ roll, but most of all: completely Vilde.
