decadentiacoprofaga:

Eugene Onegin and Vladimir Lensky’s duel, Ilya Repin, 1899.

decadentiacoprofaga:

Eugene Onegin and Vladimir Lensky’s duel, Ilya Repin, 1899.

Gentrifyng the shit out of Berlin

terracefashionsta:

It’s because of shits like this that shit like this  happens. Say what you will but it is a fact and there is nothing more stubborn in this world than a fact.

Yes!! David Bowie has released a new song, the first of the fucken decade I hear! Hooray!!

The thin White Duke has always been a smart and cunning artiste of incredible talents, yet his greatest talent remains his ability to exploit whatever the fuck’s happening  at the moment and jump on the band wagon and cash like a mother bitch. I think even Herman Hesse knows by now that Bowie lived in Berlin, and if you ever come to visit the great German capital you will find Bowie’s West Berlin flat that he shared with Brian Eno amongst other during the 70’s marked as a historical landmark. Thing is, when you get there it’s just a normal building but with a Rainbow Flagged bar next to it where one can’t help thinking “Is this where he had his Shandy’s??”.

Of course nowadays Berlin has become fashionable and it shall continue to be so for the next year or two until the hordes of mediocre artists, Spanish students and American girls in search for vintage cameras finally cluster the place to the point of impossible rents. But for now, Berlin is “aweeeesssome” and David just made a lovely tune name-dropping all these West Berlin references and everyone is jizzing or squirting their undergarments!! Yay!! (Btw KaDeWe should have been left out man, like seriously they sell 80 quid turkeys there).

Now don’t get me wrong. I fuckin luv Bowie boy but it needs to be said, he sure know how to vampirize the shit out of the present. Good lad. 



So whilst shopping for a few lagers for the evening I stumbled across this Limited Edition of Faxe. Now, I always tended to ignore Faxe, don’t know really why, maybe the Viking logo was putting me off or maybe I saw some Berlin crusty fuck drinking it and I thought to myself “that must taste like fookin-shite”. I never was one for Nordic mysticism as it is a genre that has mostly been obscured by kinky nazis and retarded Larper cunts…but something in the packaging of this considerably large can of lager compelled me. The fierce look of the Viking lads drinking beer over the allegedly native American corpses had enough morbid power to make me buy one of the fuckin things. Apparently, it’s meant to represent Leif Eriksson who was probably the first European to cross over to the American Continent (excluding Greenland), before the Scandinavians started to wear acne jeans and become hip-hop nerds. 
I probably will not drink the beer, since i have the feeling that it’s not the best tasting thing out there, and since I lurk in Germany I am surrounded by options. Nevertheless I will conserve this fine looking can and think of Leif Eriksson or Mads Mikkelsen. 

So whilst shopping for a few lagers for the evening I stumbled across this Limited Edition of Faxe. Now, I always tended to ignore Faxe, don’t know really why, maybe the Viking logo was putting me off or maybe I saw some Berlin crusty fuck drinking it and I thought to myself “that must taste like fookin-shite”. I never was one for Nordic mysticism as it is a genre that has mostly been obscured by kinky nazis and retarded Larper cunts…but something in the packaging of this considerably large can of lager compelled me. The fierce look of the Viking lads drinking beer over the allegedly native American corpses had enough morbid power to make me buy one of the fuckin things. Apparently, it’s meant to represent Leif Eriksson who was probably the first European to cross over to the American Continent (excluding Greenland), before the Scandinavians started to wear acne jeans and become hip-hop nerds. 

I probably will not drink the beer, since i have the feeling that it’s not the best tasting thing out there, and since I lurk in Germany I am surrounded by options. Nevertheless I will conserve this fine looking can and think of Leif Eriksson or Mads Mikkelsen. 

(Source: vikinglager.com)