18 December, 2005
lady lip dragged me out of amsterdam
she was ruthless.
after months of hiding, a bit like bin in the afghan caves, she picked my amsterdam weekend to become re-acquainted with society, and i was dragged along for the ride. no wasn't taken as an answer. first the "one shot party" for the opening of a new club perilously close to stop the fun turf, where she lapped up tequila like it was mother's milk. cue the day after, i was devasted and green and in bed till 6pm. she was fresh-faced and perky. then a spate of festive gatherings in fabulous apartments populated with the dull and idle. oh well. sipping tea now. and about to watch drugstore cowboy.
17 December, 2005
being in amsterdam means:
- splendid isolation
- alone with one's (at times unhappy, mainly introspective) thoughts
- plenty of alcohol
- obscene amount of cigarettes
- drugs (if you can afford them)
-comfy clothing (slug wear), possibly pyjamas, unwashed hair optional
- a stack of films to watch (take note, fellow amsterdammers, they're not necessarily sad ones)
personally find mxing it up helps, a few classics intermingled with some (teen)crud
- unmitigated self-indulgence to be inflicted on no one but oneself
i find an evening in amsterdam usually sorts me out. don't like it much there.
-- i HAD wanted a super tacky kitchen magnet of the MAO, and looked for it extensively while in china. alas, the chairman could only be located looming snidely over the forbidden city. nowhere else. all trace of him seems to have been eradicated.
however the unfailingly sweet, helpful and damn right enterprising federico hit the beijing trail and found me an original poster dating from the cultural revolution. MAO journeyed far and wide, across lands, oceans, up to milan, down to rome, back up to milan. but he finally made it HOME: above my bed.
"Communism is not love. Communism is a hammer which we use to crush the enemy."
15 December, 2005
13 December, 2005
05 December, 2005
AN IMPROVISED GOODBYE TO VERONICA
-- A newly revitilized brochette takes the mike and kicks off the proceedings
-- veronica revels in the attention and looks fabulous
-- the photographer, HRH, was having an attack of the ''sour milk'' - mala leche - plain bad moody
-- everyone else was festive
-- a certain central banker walks past, bemused, while we were frolicking in plain view of tv cameras.