Jonas Bacardi Werner

A couple of weeks ago I took care of Marta, Luis and Facundo when they visited Stockholm on their Bacardi-sponsored trip from Barcelona to Murmansk. I took them out to the circus school in Botkyrka. I think Marta had to face some of her fears but I think we all had loads fun playing around with trapeze, acrobatics and the training equipment.I sure know I did.



...and the dinner at Landet afterwards was fuckin' amazing. And having JoseFin and Fritte next to me at the table was even better than the food.

Second Breakfast

Some one once asked me what my favourite meal in the day was.

That time I wasn't sure.

To tell you the truth I gave up after intense inner monlogue debating (good) breakfast v.s. (good) brunch.

This morning I invented a new competitor.

Second Breakfast.

I think it's a winner.

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...

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.