More pics from NYC

As I had problems with transfering pictures from my phone to my computer I could not publish photos at the begining of my trip. Here is a selection...

This is probably the coolest guy to ever stand behind a counter. His mustach would make both Frank Zappa and Saddam cry. Seriously, wasn't there a guy in Blues Brothers..? AND he served the best hang-over food I've ever had.

Then we watched eggplant porn...
Fabien Decaillot tied his shoelaces as I woke up.
Waking up at Tracy's place...
...and having breakfast on the roof.

Went to a club and found this on the wall...
Went to a bar and found this by the bathroom... heh Seriously Robbii you are the man.
Fabien and Katie at the Bedford Av. subway station.


The view from my desk at the office.

My desk at the officeMe having a smoke at the office

Leaving work...

We are the pool

Yesterday me and my danish musician-friend Rasmus got an idea to go swimming at the Metropolitan Pool which is around the corner from where we live. But it was a "members only"-thing. We got really pissed of 'cos we were so stoked about our swimming-idea. I didn't really want to let it go so I started lookin' around for another place to go.

Suddenly, through Drayton a Couchsurfing accuaintance of mine, I stumbled upon an art collective and through them into something fantastic. I found out that there is an old public swimmingpool in Brooklyn that these awesome people are trying to revitalize. They started up an organization called "Poolaid"and made this fantastic event around it.

...but that's not all. They teamed up with a bunch of Brooklyn-based indy bands, like Nada Surf, The Giraffes and made this awesome music video.

Sing it! WEE ARE THE POOOL!



Ok, I don't know who reads this, but let's all give it up for Brooooklyn!

...my only question is: Where were the civic journalism people?

This is what community is about, and the kind of thing that all kinds of people can gather around (Ok, judgeing from the video there were primarily ageing hippsters and their kids...but In my little dreamworld they could even have succeeded to team up with the chassidic jewish women who swim at the Metropolitan Pool on wednesdays but... maybe they don't like Nada Surf..) I put all these thoughts within brackets because I think it was brilliant just the way it was and those people who did it were just heroes...the only real regret was me being on the wrong side of the Atlantic when it happened.

...once again I start thinking about rituals. The pool is just a symbol, the artists lead the ceremony and the people dance 'til they're delerious. ;)

Revs

Ok, people, you're not gonna believe the shit I've seen in terms of streetart... As soon as I get a cable for my camera I'll tell the story in pictures right here.. But I want to share this thing now...

Because this morning I took a walk down to the Williamsburg Bridge to eat at the best fuckin diner ever "Pies 'n Thighs". The dude who worked there looked like Frank Zappa with a Bandana. His mustasch was the shit. Well, anyway on my way back with my tummy full of Hash and eggs I walk past some fence in corogated iron. At the top of it there were some steel lettres Saying "REVS" (Well I couldn't really read it... but) later today I bumped into it again on the woostercollective homepage. See this film and tell me... Isn't this the most awesome...



I'm gonna be looking everywhere for his stuff. And if you think this is cool... This is nothing compared to the story I have in store for y'all... later.

And tomorrow morning I move three blocks down the street to Katies house.

Toothless

I don't have a cable to hook my camera/phone up to my computer and for some reason my phone does not want to talk to it via bluetooth. Until I come up with a solution this blog will lack pictures. But close your eyes and imagine the coolest studio appartment, springtime Brooklyn and the sun rising over a city that never sleeps...