Libération

You also read this (sorry only in french) about the 2 years old "alternative" porn film festival. (click on the title)

Halloween parties

The menu tonight at the white trash seems really good, don't you think ? It's a strange place. It's not a restaurant on the first floor but you can eat junk food while some bands from outer space play " notes on an electric guitar saying loud some invented poetry believing it's art. About the level of the noise for your ears, go back to Hard Rock Café around 10.00 p.m., you'll get the picture. But the good thing is that you never know. You can have the bad, like the other night some really hard rock music with a very large public going from me to well known drag queens on high heels or the good when they play at the disco in the cave some good all 50's 60's french standards. Some get very excited, that must explain why all the bar is protected by metal walls...

but anyway not for me tonight. Yesterday I got my annual flue injection and I am so sick since last night that the only thing I'm thinking of is to lay down cool in the bed !

Pour nous, les hommes

Sunday

Sunday is a day for me. Almost everybody knows that I am not available that day for anything. First because the weeks are speedy enough and I have to recover from the parties and drinks and cigarettes and even your hairs hurt and all those things your bathroom's mirror has the kindness to show you too early, and second because it's the only day of the week you can enjoy the time passing by, especially this sunday when we gaines one hour due to winter time. Also there is nothing else to do than to go slowly for a sandwich and coffee at Caras and do some window shopping because lucky me it's closed.

At the discovery of new trendy places in the city I noticed a new tendency to make us believe we are exclusive and as L'Oreal keeps on mentioning it "because I'm worth it" (of course darling you do) : the private club. Let's take for example Rodeo . Someone must tell you about it. If you know the place you're never sure to be at the right one because it's the entrance of a parking lot, completely dark and in the end you come in the place from the back door of the post office, you still have to climb the two level stairs without elevator but again "L'Oreal". On the door one copy machine note : "nur für Mitglieder" (members only). Ja, ja, ja. It's only opened wednesday, fridays and saturdays. I would highly advise to book the table otherwise the doorman will not let you in. Don't ask to fill the form to become a member. The list is closed. You still have the possibility to pay the entrance if the doorman (him again) is in a good mood (but it's everywhere the same). So let's say you passes all the tests : now the magic starts. Please don't go there on saturdays (too posch and there is other things to do. You're entering some kind of old fashioned room, not even re-painted, hardly customized, non-decorated (the candles' light on huge candelabrum makes it all) and long ranks of tables. But you feel like having dinner in the Sixtin Chapel without the nave. It's noisy, smoky but unexpected the menu is not expensive : but you don't have the possibility to choose. The cook makes it "one way". The menu is changing every time but you have no choice of what's in your plate (simple but good, the waitress is asking your feedback), except if you're vegetarian, they'll take the meat out. If you wish more privacy you can mention to have your dinner in the private rooms. The drinks are on the contrary, very expensive. But sharing the price of the bottles is still OK and the choice is good. Though germans have early dinner, I would not recommend to book the table before 9.00 p.m. because at 11.30 p.m. starts the party in the other rooms which are closed until this hour. And it's not a place for romantic dinner. You go there for party. Enjoy.

Dark Road

News of the world (I finally read the paper ...)

music time

Kaffee Burger is like an institution. It's well know for its russian disco on week ends, twice a month. At the corner of Torstr. and Schönhauser str. you have the feeling you're entering some kind of old place. And it is. That's what it has this charm with its false-leather big big round sofas and the big bar. But behind there is a disco with another bar that you don't expect from the front door. Of course you gave some little € at the entrance but it is so common that you never thought it was for the disco. Well anyway it also promotes young artists, mostly musicians. Yesterday was a young artist there, Lou Reed style, let's say if you wish to have my opinion and to give you an idea. Here is his homepage http://www.myspace.com/squaresonbothsides He named his group "squares on both sides" (don't ask, I didn't have the time to ask, too busy with my mojito.

Ocean's 13

Movies

Sometimes I watch movies. At the time we talk about the financing of the movies by TV (so forget about good ideas, you'll have to please the biggest part, how to go from big screen to small .... these are the most important issues, where is creativity ?) I made myself a reason to see what we call block busters. Actually I had to iron my shirts so I knew I will not be able to concentrate much. Bourne Ultimatum, hmmmm, bof bof. I am always wondering how those guys can travel so easily from place to place, countries to countries (even to the States) when I even can't go through the customs because I don't have the right passport ? I'll have to ask the casting director one day. Yesterday was the première of the new film with (of ?) Robert Redfort and the other one, can't remember his name, about the war in Afghanistan. Bob should have never listened to his friends and make a lifting. It's no good.

But I'm always far away from the subject. I did not see Hairspray (the remake, not the original for which I remember I enjoyed a lot) and Zodiac (that I keep for the week-end). I had the good surprise with Ocean's 13 : I saw the other ones (and strangely never the 11's episode) but I'm a Soderbergh fan. And I like very much the music as well.

Space 1999 Intro

ooouuuuaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Redoutable

Instantanés

Märkisches Museum

It's always the same : when you are in a relationship you can't help yourself seducing.

Once you're not in a relationship anymore the only thing you think about is to find someone.

(strong thoughts during an exhibition about french design with my friend M., and we haven't started to drink ... yet).

Morning song

7:15 a.m.

Cold

I forgot about the cold. The winter's cold. First time I moved away from Berlin I went to south of France for a very short time and then to Barcelona for 3 years. The only connection I had with the cold was the winter sports and it's always fun to ski hoping that half way we'll stop for strong coffee or glühwein. But the cold in the city is something else. It interferes with your everyday's life. Your whole body reacts when the alarm clock rings and you have to stand up from a warm bed. It takes you on the feet when you put them on the floor and you forgot your sleepers in the bathroom. It stays with you until you go for your shower and then you think that it will be cold again once you will stop the water. And then the biggest cold of the day : the way out. Once you close the door of the flat it slowly comes to you the nearest you are from the exit of the building. And then you open the street door it's still dark because you start early and with the flow of the trains planes and the flashing lights of the automobiles you know the traffic light won't be green for you and you will have to make your way through the day.

Moves (Berlin)

Funny Subjects (Berlin)

I am not myself ... again

Passing in front of galleries near home I noticed that the city keeps sometimes its alternative artistic behaviour, a bit provocative. I know nothing about art or anything related to. I am no critic. I just can tell you I like it or not, or I agree it's a piece of art but I don' t like it. Sometimes I don't even understand why this is called art. But for me that's enough. It always make me laugh when I hear genius comparing their knowledge repeating names names names, darling. Well, I don't need that. I prefer a more intimate relationship with the artist. Most of the time at the vernissage he or she is not even motivated enough to face front "the ones who know" because they're bored. I got lucky most of the times to approach them nicely and the artists are keen on sharing what they think of their work when they are not stressed by their impressario or the critics. Nevertheless I am thankful to the galleries who try to do a good (h)ar(d) work. You like it or you don't.

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