a perfect catch
those beady eyes never cease to make me laugh…
get a room, squirrels!
this couple was trying to take a time picture of themselves when this little creature popped up. squirrels are hysterical…i cant get enough. stay tuned for more squirrels
No, I will not be your intern. I will not be your detail-oriented and independent worker who wants to learn more about the editorial side of magazines—print is dead. My daily responsibilities will not include researching and fact-checking, calling in and returning products for fashion shoots, securing credit information, and sourcing images for the art department. I will not get you Starbucks, nor lunch for the matter. I will not commute to sit somewhere other than my home to spend the day on g-chat sharing cultural artifacts with my employed (and compensated) friends. And no, I will not let you sit on my face.
First we take Manhattan then we take BERLIN!
When I was in Berlin this past August, I met up with an old friend who had been living there that summer. Eager to explore the infamous nightlife of Berlin, we met up after 8 years of not seeing each other. Last time I saw her, we were bragging about Paul Frank t-shirts and who had “snogged” more boys. I think she had snogged 4 boys and I had 3…She was WAY more experienced than I was! Anyways, I had heard before about Berlin’s mind-blowing youth scene, its avant-garde nightlife, its sub-culture flourishing but I was not prepared for what I was about to see! We waited in line for 40 minutes at a place called Bar 25. We finally got in (who is not going to let in two beautiful brunettes and a gorgeous blonde?). The bar was a huge open-air space right on the river. Huge willow trees sprung up from the wooden floor, with hanging disco balls. Christmas tree lights lined the walls. There were several stages and two main bars with dance floors. House music pumped and vibrated the entire setting, invigorating the already rowdy peeps. There were huge swings extended from the trees that swayed over the river. There was a big bonfire, attracting a more laid-back crowd, then the fellow house fanatics in the other dance rooms. People dressed as circus folk paraded around, including one man on stilts.
Eventually a crowd gathered around one of the stages and two British women came on, wearing American Apparel shiny dance clothes. They proceeded to entertain the eclectic crowd with “air sex”, which I think is self-explanatory. The crowd roared in laughter and excitement for the apparent universal phenomenon, which supposedly is booming in the United States and in Japan. Why I have not heard of it? I probably don’t go out enough. We sat around, swung on the trees, watched the circus folk, danced to house, met some interesting people, watched the bonfire die out, and before we knew it, it was 6am and the sun was rising. We left the bar, and there was still a 40-minute line. Then what did we do? Naturally, we went to another club… I fucking love Berlin….
If I could do this, and still be assured that my friends would not ditch me and they would not think of me differently, I would…unfortunately, that is impossible…
I will forever be tempted to wear these outfits, have cool weapons like cross bows and big swords and frolick in the German woods…
Here are my friends dressing emo for halloween. They stayed in character for the month after. They were nasty, irritable and boring. I don’t think a lot of people got it.
