I could listen to devendra banhart all day
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
the rest of amsterdam
It is the first place that I think I could like more than Prague. To it's benefit, we had the nicest weather they have seen in 6 weeks. Everyone is SO friendly, it's heart warming. Especially compared to Prague. I've never realized how closed off the people are here, until I went to Amsterdam. People are so willing to help you, give you directions, strike up a conversation etc. We walked straight into the Redlight district our first night. Boobs everywhere. Plus we came with two of our closest guy friends who felt compelled to look at every single naked chick behind glass. Which is a billion. It was nutty, crazy but very cool. We stayed in a horrible hotel there, bad decision. But it was late, rainy, and we weren't properly clothed. To Prague's advantage, everything closed there early too, and beer wasn't flooding in every direction like in Prague.
The next day, we woke up and ate at Latei, a vintage inspired breakfast spot. It was great, and then Elizabeth and I had to run to go meet the guy we were going to Couchsurf with. I'll have to explain this later. I HAVE TO GO. I'll finish this later.
The next day, we woke up and ate at Latei, a vintage inspired breakfast spot. It was great, and then Elizabeth and I had to run to go meet the guy we were going to Couchsurf with. I'll have to explain this later. I HAVE TO GO. I'll finish this later.
In Summary; The random mess of events leading up until today
Pictures will have to come later, because we are lacking one computer. They are many of them, they are good, they will come, just not now.
So since the last entry, we've started minimal schooling. Not much to say here for several reasons, 1. Classes are experimental, interesting, and yet not very pressing
It's great.
We went to Vienna, which unexpectedly was very clean and posh. It looks like someone goes around and whitens the buildings when no one is looking. A lot of palaces and nice dressers. The coffee shops are great, and we rented bikes for one euro, went to the best open air market, and ate sacher tort, and went to the bermuda triangle of nightlife which was crowded and loud but offered nothing different.
Then our beloved friend DJ came to visit, which consisted of 3 nights of zero sleep than a spontaneous decision to jump on a train to Berlin and stay in a presidental suite to see Paul Van Dyk. Berlin blew our minds. It is single handedly one of the most progressive cities I've visited. Artistically, Musically, and in Fashion. This is where we really need to show you pictures. We went to a very radical artist space, in an run down building 5 stories high completely covered in wall art, stickers, and graffiti. There are no signs, there is just an abandoned interest for all that are curious to venture up if they choose. We did of course.
The first floor was a bar, the next was a cinema room, then the rest were all artist space, reconstructed clothes and wild urban art. The coolest part was the park hangout made out of trash and recycled material behind the building. They are trying to shut it down, but I doubt that will happen and I hope they don't because it was one of the coolest things I've seen in a while.
The rest of Berlin was hookah smoking, boat parties that continue until 10 am and then some, and an incredible Paul Van Dyk show that was even more incredible because our baller friend Dujin flew on a something-teen hour flight from Chicago just to come party like rockstars at Paul Van Dyk, one of his favorite Djs. Us four and Emmie our badass roommate who came along went all out. It was so perfect.
Got back from Berlin and our friend John came in. So needless to say there were no breaks, sleeping, or free time involved. Ran around Petrin Tower, and the parks, drank homemade beer from the Monks at the Monastery, went to Cesky Krumlov (Painter Egon Schiele's birthplace), ventured in some little bookstore and bought some original prints for friends, took train back, did the Prague nightlife. Then left for Amsterdam on Wednesday the 12th.
Amsterdam is an entirely different story. We'll finish this later.
So since the last entry, we've started minimal schooling. Not much to say here for several reasons, 1. Classes are experimental, interesting, and yet not very pressing
It's great.
We went to Vienna, which unexpectedly was very clean and posh. It looks like someone goes around and whitens the buildings when no one is looking. A lot of palaces and nice dressers. The coffee shops are great, and we rented bikes for one euro, went to the best open air market, and ate sacher tort, and went to the bermuda triangle of nightlife which was crowded and loud but offered nothing different.
Then our beloved friend DJ came to visit, which consisted of 3 nights of zero sleep than a spontaneous decision to jump on a train to Berlin and stay in a presidental suite to see Paul Van Dyk. Berlin blew our minds. It is single handedly one of the most progressive cities I've visited. Artistically, Musically, and in Fashion. This is where we really need to show you pictures. We went to a very radical artist space, in an run down building 5 stories high completely covered in wall art, stickers, and graffiti. There are no signs, there is just an abandoned interest for all that are curious to venture up if they choose. We did of course.
The first floor was a bar, the next was a cinema room, then the rest were all artist space, reconstructed clothes and wild urban art. The coolest part was the park hangout made out of trash and recycled material behind the building. They are trying to shut it down, but I doubt that will happen and I hope they don't because it was one of the coolest things I've seen in a while.
The rest of Berlin was hookah smoking, boat parties that continue until 10 am and then some, and an incredible Paul Van Dyk show that was even more incredible because our baller friend Dujin flew on a something-teen hour flight from Chicago just to come party like rockstars at Paul Van Dyk, one of his favorite Djs. Us four and Emmie our badass roommate who came along went all out. It was so perfect.
Got back from Berlin and our friend John came in. So needless to say there were no breaks, sleeping, or free time involved. Ran around Petrin Tower, and the parks, drank homemade beer from the Monks at the Monastery, went to Cesky Krumlov (Painter Egon Schiele's birthplace), ventured in some little bookstore and bought some original prints for friends, took train back, did the Prague nightlife. Then left for Amsterdam on Wednesday the 12th.
Amsterdam is an entirely different story. We'll finish this later.
Catchphrase
The White Stripes- Cold Cold Night
Elvis Presley- Suspicious Minds
Hot Chip- Number One guy
Mine My- Hypnotic Tango
Velvet Underground- After Hours
Random Noshings;
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
life as circles
Love nests + communal living
Jim Morrison
Across the Universe
everything about Amsterdam
djs as minigods
tea
studying chaos
dutch designers
veysi and couchsurfing.com
all signs point to san fransisco
dream, nightmare consumation
middle parts and lipstick
musical exploration, stagnation and backtracking
the year of festivals
youtube
fanatics
baby cactus
wall clippings
reading
globe happy hour
mistakes
missing our moms
shameless fashion
Elvis Presley- Suspicious Minds
Hot Chip- Number One guy
Mine My- Hypnotic Tango
Velvet Underground- After Hours
Random Noshings;
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
life as circles
Love nests + communal living
Jim Morrison
Across the Universe
everything about Amsterdam
djs as minigods
tea
studying chaos
dutch designers
veysi and couchsurfing.com
all signs point to san fransisco
dream, nightmare consumation
middle parts and lipstick
musical exploration, stagnation and backtracking
the year of festivals
youtube
fanatics
baby cactus
wall clippings
reading
globe happy hour
mistakes
missing our moms
shameless fashion
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