The manchild what scribbles those stupid faces on walls in Prenzlauer Berg must have been given a bicycle for a gift or something.
I just spotted one of the hideous visages on my lunch break in Kreuzberg.
Fuck.
We are two honkies from Western Australia spending a year in Berlin. Follow our bloggery as we tell you all about our attempts to stay vegetarian, 66% gluten-free, soy-preferring, fair-trade-buying fussbudgets. It may be a little tough in this country of beer and bread, so we are sure hijinx will ensue. Also, we will post up other guff that we find funny and/or baffling, so it won't all be about food. Promise.
Showing posts with label Kreuzberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kreuzberg. Show all posts
Thursday, 28 June 2012
Sunday, 13 May 2012
Start Me Up
Hello,
again my apologies for the length of time in-between posts. I have been working a new job and although it is awesome and precisely what I have always wanted to do, ever since I was a little boy in short pants with a cape, I have also been working preposterously long hours and not been able to make the blogging curfew (aka, my bed-time).
However, it's not all bad news. Allow me to explain. Because it is a bit of a strange thing working for these fledgling Berlin start-up companies and loads and loads of people seem to be flocking here to join in the fun, I thought I would write a list about the best and worst of it for anybody else mulling over the decision.
However, it's not all bad news. Allow me to explain. Because it is a bit of a strange thing working for these fledgling Berlin start-up companies and loads and loads of people seem to be flocking here to join in the fun, I thought I would write a list about the best and worst of it for anybody else mulling over the decision.
Friday, 23 March 2012
Not all Street Art is Un-Horrific
Most of the time in Berlin, happening across street art brings a delightful smile to the viewer's face and brightens the day. Whether it's gigantic rats climbing a coffee-shop wall, a monster made of streamers nearby a primary school, or one of a legion of differently-painted bears, whimsy is never far away.
Some other times, it's less whim and more wham. And not the fun, gay, prancing Wham! - this is the smack-to-the-face kind.
| Nothing illustrates 'love art hate cops' like strung-up game. |
Monday, 12 March 2012
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