Seen stunting on Kurfürstenstr. West Berlin acid lime green Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera. “Do I look like a baller?”
Best new show right now: Vida.
Art on International Museum Day.
24 hour sci-fi sonic kinetic endurance live art. “… hollow-eyed victims of some sort of weird abuse.”
And that’s my next 24 hours taken care of.
It felt like Gough Whitlam inside.
Seen up in Pankow opposite the former East-Berlin Australian Embassy. Shiny red Mercedes-Benz L 319 of the Löschgruppenfahrzeug 8 type from sometime 1955–1967. “If I fill up my tank, it’ll make me late.”
Done. Rode. Shakedown complete. Banging. Absolute fucking wicked to be on my baby again.
Seen repeatedly on my Straße in Kreuzberg. Gold Brembos boxed in by all that big German Whip. And Volvos. V70s over there. “Who told you I move like pauper?”
Seen in Kreuzberg. Debadged, murdered, on black Borbet A rims. “Man’s just try’na stack paper …”