Sunday, December 13, 2009
You know you're in Russia when there's a guy in a bulletproof vest with a machine gun standing next to a grand piano in a shopping mall.
An ad for a chain of steakhouses in Moscow. "Meat for the price of vegetables."
"Attack! СЫР." сыр = cheese.
Rikk, your boyz say hello.
Ok, the title of this book is "Unique Remedies for Preventing Heart Attacks and Strokes." I think the subtext is talking about enemas. What the photo has to do with this, I don't know. But there's a lot of levels of creepy here. Including the book's prominent display at a kiosk in a very populated metro station.
Vandalism win. This ad in the metro for a brand of cosmetics called "Princessa" says (top right) that Katya here (who has been labeled in blue ink as 30 years old) prefers to use Princessa products. The clever individual with the pen then added below, "And that's exactly why I look so sick!"
5 p.m., Sunday, Dec. 6.
Christmas tree fail.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
So it snowed a couple times like a month ago, but now we've got record-breaking December high temperatures, about 40 degrees. And no snow. Cause the mayor is fucking insane.
Just some homies in my hood.
Can has not wanting to know.
The leprechaun in our dumpster is back!
And he parked his hog, too!
"You got a problem with Christmas songs, motherfucker?"
And now, oh man, you don't EVEN KNOW what's about to pop off. It's Yury Kuklachev's world-famous CAT CIRCUS.
The intro was pretty epic...the theater got all dark and cats were projected onto this screen.
Then it was like Lazer Zeppelin for a second before it got really off the hook.
Oh snap! A cat in a bag!
Oh snarp! A cat scratching something!
Oh sklrump! A cat on a scooter!
Oh schlarp! A cat on a swan!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
At a cozy neighborhood bar, this dude showed up with a cello and started vamping on some Gustav Mahler/Arnold Schoenberg/Irish folk jig/Tom Waits/Riverdance-style improv. While the dude in the foreground was trying to read.
Mixmaster Horsehair also would chant and dance at intermittent intervals. The dog in the audience (true story) barked at this point.
Apparently, toenail care is a huge concern of 21st-century Germany.
"Explore Potsdam" (a small town outside of Berlin). That is a butthole next to the words.
"Men only," the sign said.
What could it be?
A container of French fries eating its own contents.
On that note, what's the best napkin option for a cannabalistic hot dog if he wants to keep the condiments off someone else's fingers?
A Mexican Gandalf in Germany.
Rikk: did you know that "Organic sausage has many friends?"
Straight to the heart of chips. I mean, crips.
R.I.P. Radio Raheem.
Bonus Rikk shot.
The Berlin Wall getting tagged.
And now, a special treat. Bearpit Karaoke in Berlin, at Mauerpark, right by the Berlin Wall. A huge stone ampitheater with hundreds of people singing in the cold. All genres, all ages.
"Old Man River." This man gave me chills then and still does.