shortly after the first spot, it started to rain. so we went and got some wonderful Estrella and wandered the streets of Badalona, looking for spots. and food. we did find spots, but goddamn it, spanish people dont like to work on rainy days. after what felt like walking all the way to great britain on foot, we decided to just buy noodles at a supermarket and cook them at the hostel.
where we decided to order pizza.
have you tried ordering pizza without speaking Catalan? its fun. you yell some english words at your phone, some old guy yells something in catalan, and after 30 minutes of wondering if our order actually came through the pizza arrived. yay.
Continue reading “barce-two-na.”
shot this amazing show yesterday, check out my gallery at Noisey!
more shots will follow on here soon.
recently, the rural city of Graz had royal visitors. one royal visitor, to be precise. Jan Federer, from Vienna. yes, the famous city, filled with fiaker, schnitzel and buttloads of culture. we gave our best and showed him around, trying to refresh his memories of years he lost here. because he lives in Vienna now. a better life. a more urban life.
first spot was this great curb in a driveway. Sam was the first to 5050 it.
Continue reading “finding new friends on the street.”
so, as predicted by me, this entry is about a wedding. in Oulu. the far north. of finland. *insertthenorthshallrisepunhere*
naturally, we expected snow, igloos, reindeers, eskimos, northern lights, santa clause and lonely drunk eremites, or in short: finnish summer.
only .. like.. 4 of those cliches were actually proven wrong.
first off, the wedding was a blast, the bride (and the groom) were beautiful, happy and looked like 100 bucks. here, see for yourself.
Continue reading “36 hours in the far north.”
more stuff from helsinki. first off, the very inviting olympic stadium.
Continue reading “helsinki, and more.”
we recently had the amazing opportunity to attend a wedding in Oulu, Finland. in order to get there, we stopped by Helsinki first. here area few impressions, which are mindblowing, to say the least.
at first, look at this. i mean, this picture has it all, right? right.
Continue reading “helsinki.”
1000years after the last blogupdate, here we go again. blurry streetphotos, yay.
Continue reading “that summer session.”
every now and then it happens that incredibly good bands get sucked into the hole known as “Music-House Graz“. and when that happens, its best to show up there.
the latest victims were the superheroes of The Fleshtones (they have their own wikipedia entry, by the way.)
if you knew them before, you knew what was coming up. if you didnt, you fell in love with them. this is how rocknroll stars should grow old – with power, passion and sheer neverending love for music.
the supporting band, Lory Lee and the Flashback Boys, were amazing as well, but i failed to take pictures. yep, i am that good.
anyway, no more boring words, heres the pictures. the show was incredible, if you have the chance to see them, SEE THEM.
Continue reading “Fleshtones im Loch.”
this saturday, the musichouse graz saw something that was bigger than expected: not your moms butt, but the ResErection of the Turbojugend Graz! the party was a blast, some people dont remember anything, others nothing, short: it was a success. here are the pictures, aesthetically pleasing and highly artsy (as in “boring and not creative”).
THANKS to everybody that showed up, see you guys soon.
Also, thanks to the bands:
Heroes´n Ghosts played a The Clash Coverset
Sadly i couldnt take any pictures of the Heroes´n Ghosts show cause i had to secure to entrance and collect bribes and stuff… but i heard they were as amazing as always! Continue reading “ResErection!”
there was this skatecontest this weekend, right? i shot a few pictures. not too many since i was judging there too. and let me tell you, its hard to be back in a world where the ranking, maybe even the life, of people isn´t influenced by me. now i know how George W. Bush must feel.
Joel, pre-contest-judges-session. you can pretty much feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Continue reading “jam the mini.”