At Rosenheimer Herbstfest (pre-Oktoberfest)
I don’t really like Volksfest or Oktoberfest.
I don’t like the beer-tourists and the beer-natives. And especially I don’t like them drunk. I don’t like bench standing and bellowing to the most stupidest songs on earth.
I don’t like the heat in the tents and the untraditional fashion dirndl dresses.
But what I like are the balloons, the carrousels, the smell of fresh roasted almonds.
I like the fact that you meet people there you haven’t seen for many months/years.
And I like the food and a sip of a cold Bavarian beer outside of the tents in their Biergarten.
That’s the way I like my Herbstfest.
And of course I don’t like the fact: Herbst = Autumn
/Sumasumarum auf Deutsch: Stinkende gröllende betrunkene Bierzeltmeute: nein. Kettenkarussell, gebrannte Mandeln und Hendl im Biergarten: ja.
Saying goodbye to the last sunrays of my summer.
I’ve always hated the last day of summer break. I just always did.
As long as I can remember.
I already miss the 2009 goldenlightlensflaredust.
Testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
All that is left of my/this summer:
- fresh cut grass
- a shirt from new york
- new shoes
- a red book full of memories and thoughts
- mint green socks with little bears
Chinatown
Double exposure taken on a slide film with the holga. Cross-processed, colour corrected and cropped. Taken in Chinatown NYC.
Bike & NYPD
I am so jetlagged so I spent the night with scanning some films.
//And I’m a little bit sad ‘cos my summer vaction is over in a few days.
