Week 62

FIRST of all: welcome home, black bike. 

SECOND. Pretend you’re hanging out just like anyone else.

What a happy scene. But, memo: 2 days in ://about blank 

( ↓ aww ↑ )

Baby Berghain sleep. 

In the background: Karnival der Kulturen, but it didn’t fit my hangover, so I just took one pic. This one. 

THIRD: The (fuckingamazing) Swans. 

END OF THE MONTH: BONUS PIC

May 1993. This is me 20 years ago. Eating a delicious paintbrush and looking smart.