THURSDAY?

SATURDAYATKONTRAPUNKT

I do hereby solemnly swear that I will (try) to go to every party kontrapunkt has in their headquarters. Amazing night.

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I can't believe I am going to spend Halloween in TOKYO. What if they don't celebrate Halloween?! I would die if they wouldn't. BUT MORE AMAZING, what if they do?? Imagine, millions of even crazier japanese outfits running around the streets. Couldn't imagine it to be any more different than what goes on there daily.

TOKYO + HALLOWEEN + GERHARD =

UNEXPLAINABLY EXCRUCIATINGLY GOOD IN ALL DIMENSIONS

LIKE I DIE.

ANDTHERESTOFTHEWEDDINGATTHEMANORHOUSE

And then the day arrived, the day of Nils and Gilly's wedding in the outskirts of london. We, that is 6 men in suits and I, took the flight early in the morning and arrived all dolled up and ready to party. We cried, laughed and all felt a wee bit jealous of their love at the ceremony. And what ceremony it was. The dinner was incredible with a million of amazing speeches that either made you cry your eyeballs out or laugh hysterically. Unfortunately I was a terrible photographer during the entire day and only took  out the camera as soon as the drinks came out and ended up with 200 bad pictures of hammered people. So here we go, a bunch of hammered people:

WEDDINGATTHEMANORHOUSE

ETTSTEGUPPSIDAN

Last saturday there was a party at the empty yard right next to me, P and his crew have been building this skatespot there for the last 6 or 7 years, Steppe Side. They revived the place this year and build an entirely new spot, 20 m from the old and here are some pictures from the benefit party. I tell you, It was F.U.N!

RANDOMDRUNKASSPICSDURINGTHEYEARS

DURING THE SPAN OF 2004-2009.

IWASN'TTHISBORED...

 

Darn folks. I look pretty damn tired but I'll tell you. Last saturday I felt like the duracell bunny. Going on and on and on and on on the dance floor. Secousse and Simón de la Onda made me. I couldn't resist and as Simón described it it felt like getting christmas presents in the face 100 kilometers an hour. Good music on top of good music every single second.

Guess if I was tired yesterday?

PUBLICENEMY

The Office party continues, on Gerhard's balcony with my old friends Ballantine's, jameson and Subrowka. Life is good, some song that goes funk master joe a million times is playing what seems like repeat and I'm the only gal out there. Hanging out with a whisky coke in one hand a cigarette in the other trying to understand the code language of a billion skaters talking about spots. 

Can't say it is going that well. 

xoxo,

Beelzebub

29/07/2010

photo by rige. Last summer, after a sweaty night at babel. 

I'm fucked again. In both ways actually. Lying in bed facing the wall and screen of my trusted mac while ignoring the towers of washed and unwashed clothes surrounding me. Cigarette is lit, the last episode of season 1 Carnivàle played and I realize, again, that I still have a life to take care of, I still have an apartment to decorate and I still have a minor itch between my legs even if I had extremely good intercourse yesterday after what appeared to be a million drinks this morning.