10.17.2003
Don't you dare to play German Lotto tomorrow! That 14 million jackpot is MINE! Damn...
Diesel clothing celebrated the grand opening of a Diesel-store in Hamburg on wednesday, and thanks to Jo we were invited. She had everyone she knows on their list - Diesel didn't want it any other way. So we went and enjoyed tons of free drinks (pretty much every hard liquor you can think of) at the shop, and at the afterparty later on. Both locations were packed with VIPs I didn't recognize (the only one I did recognize was Enie van de Meiklokjes, but that was easy... Bright pink hair. Still don't know how to spell her name though). They did a killer job concerning decoration and stuff, but I couldn't stand House music to save my life. Pure logic - if you're a VIP, you don't want to be caught by Paparazzi with some arkward dancefloor-action-face... With house music, there's no dancing - guaranteed. House music makes me really aggressive, so I tried to drink myself happy and failed miserably - I ended up throwing a full glass of Rum'n'Coke out of our moving cab on the way home, and I almost hit one of those VIP-Shuttles in the process (I didn't want to hit him, I just didn't want the drink anymore, and I didn't know where to put that fuckin' glass). Both drivers weren't too happy with this kind of action. Sorry folks! Next time tell your bosses to leave the Turntable Rockers and Friction in Stuttgart, and put Sparc, MAD, or someone else less technoid behind the wheels... I don't get it anyway... If you open up shop in Hamburg, you should want to have a Hamburg-based DJ, no? Or am I too much of a Nazi with this opinion? What's the deal with all those Hip-Hop-DJs spinning House music anyway? Are you guys getting lazy? IT'S BORING!! Now, there certainly exists some good electronic music, but the stuff they were spinning was plain crap. Heck, I would've been happy with some old Rock'n'Roller behind the wheels... Oh well. I guess if you're such a big company with such a giant 0 as an image... You finish that sentence.
Needless to say, I wasn't able to move without throwing up yesterday. Went to that giant bunker which hosts my photo-service and picked up the pics I shot of SEAK, and on the way there I barfed like 20 times. Got a few good comments from bystanders out of that. "Fuckin' Junkies" must have been the best. I haven't felt that sick in months, and I don't think I'll drink that heavily again any time soon.
Pille Popstar visits next week - good thing! I already have a plan... Six hours English grammar straight, every day, and after that we'll work on his vocabulary... Holidays? Pille, you wish! Uhm... Maybe we'll just go and shoot some Skateboarding instead. Sounds better. Much better.
Today? Don't ask. Lots of bureaucratic bullshit, and I scanned 100 of a little over 200 slides. So much action, gee... YAWN. Tomorrow morning I'll take off to Aurich. It's COS-time again! I'm really looking forward to that. To COS, and to the ride there, because Hertz graced me with a Volvo S80. Thank you very much. Check www.clubofskaters.de for details.
Dinner. Later!
Diesel clothing celebrated the grand opening of a Diesel-store in Hamburg on wednesday, and thanks to Jo we were invited. She had everyone she knows on their list - Diesel didn't want it any other way. So we went and enjoyed tons of free drinks (pretty much every hard liquor you can think of) at the shop, and at the afterparty later on. Both locations were packed with VIPs I didn't recognize (the only one I did recognize was Enie van de Meiklokjes, but that was easy... Bright pink hair. Still don't know how to spell her name though). They did a killer job concerning decoration and stuff, but I couldn't stand House music to save my life. Pure logic - if you're a VIP, you don't want to be caught by Paparazzi with some arkward dancefloor-action-face... With house music, there's no dancing - guaranteed. House music makes me really aggressive, so I tried to drink myself happy and failed miserably - I ended up throwing a full glass of Rum'n'Coke out of our moving cab on the way home, and I almost hit one of those VIP-Shuttles in the process (I didn't want to hit him, I just didn't want the drink anymore, and I didn't know where to put that fuckin' glass). Both drivers weren't too happy with this kind of action. Sorry folks! Next time tell your bosses to leave the Turntable Rockers and Friction in Stuttgart, and put Sparc, MAD, or someone else less technoid behind the wheels... I don't get it anyway... If you open up shop in Hamburg, you should want to have a Hamburg-based DJ, no? Or am I too much of a Nazi with this opinion? What's the deal with all those Hip-Hop-DJs spinning House music anyway? Are you guys getting lazy? IT'S BORING!! Now, there certainly exists some good electronic music, but the stuff they were spinning was plain crap. Heck, I would've been happy with some old Rock'n'Roller behind the wheels... Oh well. I guess if you're such a big company with such a giant 0 as an image... You finish that sentence.
Needless to say, I wasn't able to move without throwing up yesterday. Went to that giant bunker which hosts my photo-service and picked up the pics I shot of SEAK, and on the way there I barfed like 20 times. Got a few good comments from bystanders out of that. "Fuckin' Junkies" must have been the best. I haven't felt that sick in months, and I don't think I'll drink that heavily again any time soon.
Pille Popstar visits next week - good thing! I already have a plan... Six hours English grammar straight, every day, and after that we'll work on his vocabulary... Holidays? Pille, you wish! Uhm... Maybe we'll just go and shoot some Skateboarding instead. Sounds better. Much better.
Today? Don't ask. Lots of bureaucratic bullshit, and I scanned 100 of a little over 200 slides. So much action, gee... YAWN. Tomorrow morning I'll take off to Aurich. It's COS-time again! I'm really looking forward to that. To COS, and to the ride there, because Hertz graced me with a Volvo S80. Thank you very much. Check www.clubofskaters.de for details.
Dinner. Later!
10.15.2003
Am I old and wise? Sounds like a goal to reach, but I don't think I'll really ever get there. Pille Popstar, if you move your ass up to Hamburg, I'll happily share some of my English grammar and vocabulary. As they say: "No master has fallen from the skies without seriously hurting himself." Or something like that.
Am I an asshole? Could be. And why not? I certainly wouldn't be the only one, and if I really committed to that, I could probably make a million asshole-friends. I won't explain this strange train of thought - you'll probably find out what I mean by yourself.
Well, what happened during the last couple of days? I took a train to cologne on monday and shot pictures of Cologne-based artist SEAK (www.seakone.com) for what felt like 40 hours. It only took 20 though, with two measly hours sleep squeezed in there, and when I stopped over in Muenster, I was raw meat. Nevertheless it was very nice to meet Tille, Dino, Dave, Didi, Wemsor, Haase, Titus himself and everybody else. I'm very curious how things develop over there.
Have a nice day!
Am I an asshole? Could be. And why not? I certainly wouldn't be the only one, and if I really committed to that, I could probably make a million asshole-friends. I won't explain this strange train of thought - you'll probably find out what I mean by yourself.
Well, what happened during the last couple of days? I took a train to cologne on monday and shot pictures of Cologne-based artist SEAK (www.seakone.com) for what felt like 40 hours. It only took 20 though, with two measly hours sleep squeezed in there, and when I stopped over in Muenster, I was raw meat. Nevertheless it was very nice to meet Tille, Dino, Dave, Didi, Wemsor, Haase, Titus himself and everybody else. I'm very curious how things develop over there.
Have a nice day!
10.14.2003
Guess which letters graced my license plate today? It had to happen one day... BM! I had the license to drive as shitty as I possibly can!! And of course I did. It wasn't really a Ferrari though, but some small Seat.
The BM-license-plate belongs to a housemate of Seak, an internationally known Graffiti-artist, who lives in Cologne and who was kind enough to make me his favourite photographer. Or something like that, I don't really know. But I'm here in his house, and we shot a ton of photos today, and we'll continue to do so tonight and tomorrow. I enjoy this a lot, because Seak is a pretty funny guy, and his art is extraordinary. There's no way you could deny the graff-roots in his works, but he's one of the few who takes it a step further, taking it to a whole new level - I love that shit, it's really unique. And I can't wait to have a couple of his canvases on my walls in Hamburg. So, yes, it's a good combination.
Gotta go, reload them cameras... G'night!
The BM-license-plate belongs to a housemate of Seak, an internationally known Graffiti-artist, who lives in Cologne and who was kind enough to make me his favourite photographer. Or something like that, I don't really know. But I'm here in his house, and we shot a ton of photos today, and we'll continue to do so tonight and tomorrow. I enjoy this a lot, because Seak is a pretty funny guy, and his art is extraordinary. There's no way you could deny the graff-roots in his works, but he's one of the few who takes it a step further, taking it to a whole new level - I love that shit, it's really unique. And I can't wait to have a couple of his canvases on my walls in Hamburg. So, yes, it's a good combination.
Gotta go, reload them cameras... G'night!
10.12.2003
Cheers! A weekend full of... NOTHING. Perfect. Stayed in bed until late afternoon yesterday, had breakfast at 6pm, went back to bed, opened the door for Ben Wes, his girlfriend, and his visitors at around 8.30pm and started drinking away. All together we went - Kim Frank in tow - to the Mandarin (which Kim calls his second living-room, and rightly so), had a couple drinks at half-price (it IS his second living room, and they know it, too!), and went home at around 2 or 3am. A good night, that was.
Today was similar. Late, long, nice breakfast, and then we went down to the river Elbe, took a boat-bus out to Blankenese, had a hot chocolate with rum, and a nice walk back. I've been waiting for a weekend like this for what seems to be ages. Actually it was only mere weeks. Five or six. Needed it badly, and it's so good right now.
Long time no diss... I really enjoy other people's blogs, but... Pille, your English makes my toenails go sinkright! :D Just kidding. Keep it up!
On our way to the coffee-house we passed a little boy wearing a BMW Formula 1-jacket. I couldn't help but snicker a "better luck next time" in his direction, and he and his father hated me. Ooh, my bad. Now Montoya is on his way back to Colombia to complete his internship as a cocaine-farmer, the fin is back to drinking the darkness away and fucking elks, and... Well, yes, Michael Schumacher is once again World Champion. Who else? There's simply no one who drives like that guy... It's that easy: If you're not german, you can't (you shouldn't) drive a car. Uhm... No. Most germans shouldn't drive a car either. Michael probably shouldn't drive a car on public roads, too (his German license-plate would read BM for Bergheim - they are widely known to be terrible drivers), but that motherfucker can race like no one else. Congrats, Schumi!
Have a nice rest-of-the-sunday... And have fun, if you have to go to work tomorrow. :D
Today was similar. Late, long, nice breakfast, and then we went down to the river Elbe, took a boat-bus out to Blankenese, had a hot chocolate with rum, and a nice walk back. I've been waiting for a weekend like this for what seems to be ages. Actually it was only mere weeks. Five or six. Needed it badly, and it's so good right now.
Long time no diss... I really enjoy other people's blogs, but... Pille, your English makes my toenails go sinkright! :D Just kidding. Keep it up!
On our way to the coffee-house we passed a little boy wearing a BMW Formula 1-jacket. I couldn't help but snicker a "better luck next time" in his direction, and he and his father hated me. Ooh, my bad. Now Montoya is on his way back to Colombia to complete his internship as a cocaine-farmer, the fin is back to drinking the darkness away and fucking elks, and... Well, yes, Michael Schumacher is once again World Champion. Who else? There's simply no one who drives like that guy... It's that easy: If you're not german, you can't (you shouldn't) drive a car. Uhm... No. Most germans shouldn't drive a car either. Michael probably shouldn't drive a car on public roads, too (his German license-plate would read BM for Bergheim - they are widely known to be terrible drivers), but that motherfucker can race like no one else. Congrats, Schumi!
Have a nice rest-of-the-sunday... And have fun, if you have to go to work tomorrow. :D
