cookin' in the kuche

i.
am.
never.
drinking.

again.


ever.

I concur. I confess that this post was rearing and ready to go yesterday,
but yours truly couldn't get out of bed, let alone form a sentence in order to contribute.

'twas a good party.
even the polizei dropped in for a bit. nothing raises the cred of a party like a visit from the constabulary.

more later.
but before the party, we checked out some arty stuff.


the supermoon was seriously killer. we had clear skies, so the giant floating rock in the sky was monumentally present at every turn. it seemed like every direction we turned, we headed straight into the gravitational pull of this magnificent celestial guide. (This of course had nothing to do with the fact that the moon is fucking ginormous and is pretty much EVERYwhere at once anyway. Coz it's magic and shit.)

we went into mitte to see a show at a gallery where one of lucy's new berlin friends works. it was damned fine actually. titled, 'why women like to buy textiles that feel nice', it was an installation of silk curtains, floor to ceiling, with this fantastic graded colour variation, encircling the entire gallery space. based on a 1937 study by a sociologist, it was really evocative.

Really stunning work - I touched it a lot.


possibly even more exciting, at least, especially for lucy, was the appearance the 'crazy art twins'.
familiar to some, these two ladies (although i'm of the opinion that one is a man, debate still rages [yeah I kinda think so too ...she's pretty butch, in a cute sparkly make up and pink handbag kinda way]) appear at many swanky art events, are apparently collectors, and both dress absolutely identically, in every conceivable way. like some sort of living art performance. truly an amazing sight.

Seriously the most exciting thing to EVER HAPPEN EVER. Ok well maybe not ever. I saw a picture of these ladies on facebook last year, a friend had seen them at some show somewhere, possibly in Berlin, I dunno. So I think it was pretty awesome to bump into them (from a few metres away while hiding behind much cooler art show guests). But I did lose my shit a little bit - I glanced over and saw a rather gleaming bald head and lots (LOTS) of makeup and went huh, interesting looking dude, and then went OH MY GOD IT'S THE CRAZY ART TWINS AAAAAH! (To tell you the truth I didn't really shout that, just punched Kent several times and then proceeded to try and get my best creepy voyeuristic shot - see below.)

we didn't have enough balls to walk up to them and get a proper snap, so we only have this clandestine image, but hopefully you get the general gist. see the matching shoes, the bags, the coats - even the makeup is exactly duplicated. wunderbar!

then we went to another show, which was pretty good too. it had this great concept, a battle of two curators. each curator gets, i think it was like 6 artists. the same 6 each. and each curator puts together their own show using those same 6 artists. then the audience judges which curation was better.

Yeah. In theory it was awesome. In reality it was pretty retarded.

sorry i haven't got any images but there was some incidents with wine spilled on my arm, being elbowed in the neck by a teutonic giant and a general overwhelming claustrophobia attack that nearly resulted in me going postal and smashing 100 art hipsters in a frenzy of angst.

one room, there was a bouncer on the door, enforcing a line and a strict one-in/one-out policy. which was fucking annoying, frankly, especially when the only toilet was in that particular room. anyway, once we got in, we discovered that he was a performance art piece. which, in the end, after the annoyingness of it, was actually kinda good.

But also really really lame. All in all, a super fun experience (no that was not sarcasm), but if you have ever been to any art-wank-extravaganzas in Melbourne (because we all have, it's ok to say), you get the gist. I believe my voting card said something like "I'm voting for this room because it made me really angry, and then I thought it was funny, and now I'm angry again, and now I don't know." You gotta hand it to them - I'm still thinking about how stupid the whole thing was and how it was totally pretentious and there were so many hipsters there and it was the best fun EVER!!! Sigh. So many conflicting thoughts.

and then - party time!

so, in berlin, apparently it's customary to provide some sort of pre-party meal.
we got some chili con carne, some pasta salad and some mousse. not a bad deal.
(Thank god, considering the host then swanned around with trays of shots. How frat party!)
we got there at, like, 1030-11ish, to find about 12 people sitting on the kitchen floor, eating and talking very quietly. but, after about 30 mins or so, the place was an ever-increasing throb of newly arriving party goers.

the above image is indeed the kitchen of this apartment. (Kinda hilarious how we know NO ONE in this picture - to be frank I don't even remember any of those faces ... could have been the champagne ...) a pretty great space all round, and the bedrooms are also huge. so we baked in that smoky, noisy atmosphere till about 3am and stumbled our sorry asses out of there to find our way home.


ha ha!

at one point, we were on the train, chatting about god knows what,
probably about the desperate need for chips or a bio-wurst,
and lucy just piss-bolts out of the train, leaving me staring around the carriage, wondering, what the fuck?!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I knew I forgot something, turns out it was Kent.
then i hear the beep beep of the imminent door closure and a faint voice from outside saying 'our stop!'
so i dash like a startled rabbit out of the door, in the barest nick of time.

the above image is lucy losing her shit over the hilarity of the whole situation.
Everything got very funny after that. See below for Kent riding the escalator of doom:

tra la la I am so smart ...

Bah!

And I gotta put this last one in because I believe it's the last point before we both got pretty messy trying to find our way home. Gets ugly.


Then, an entire sunday based around getting up at around 11am, dragging our pathetic carcasses for a goudy coffee and then trudging back home, to be back in bed by 2pm. I promise I did eventually get up and get my flag on (pictures to come!) and we had a general lazy evening of drawing and watching movies (oh my god, District 9 - who knew?! Amazing!)

Today promises to be more productive - we're having a dinner party and cooking a roast - should be aaaawesome! (If only we could get it like our Mums do - we're relying on the magic of Jamie Oliver and the Interwebs. Wish us luck!)

xxx