dance like you’re drinking beer … or something

This is more of an exercise in embarrassment plus occasional gloating than a real post. Firstly there was the birthday dinner for Cornelia at the Thai place Ah Hua near Lange Strasse, which was very 热情, and made me miss Guangzhou alot, or maybe Bangkok, where I only spent 20 minutes in the airport. Anyway excellent food, fine beer, lots of laughing and poor behaviour.

Last night it was Christa De Carouge’s show for her new season clothes, which we were all modelling/doing performance art for. Plenty of giant white kimonos and corpse-paint, and me wielding a giant 功夫 fighting fan, and as usual slopping around in dirty water. There were lots of exceptionally well-dressed (in de Carouge) people watching, and then eating and drinking rustic food, which is sausage, bread, soup … mmm … pastries … and of course trying on and buying the new season items.

We didn’t come away empty-handed either, and I am now in possession of a fine pair of Crista De Carouge black microfibre pants, custom-made just for me. The material and stitching is like something out of a WIlliam Gibson novel. But rather than gloating, a label is worth a thousand words.