Saturday, July 28, 2012

Food chain

Necklace and sunglasses from H&M. The melon and the berries are only decoration.

My newest sunglasses broke so what better reason could I have to get a new pair, so I got these round ones today, oh and I already got another pair after the other ones broke. Shit, forgot about that.

These Linda Farrow Jeremy Scott Mickey Mouse glasses would have been more fun, but I think I prefer to eat next month instead then.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Sailing along

Denim vest, purple jacket and belt/Vintage
This picture is actually not from Sardinia but from Berlin where I had a stopover. It was definitely worth it, meeting a bartender looking like a mix between Pippi Longstocking and a sailor can make you forget about you not bringing any warm clothes to a cold and rainy place. Like I did. The drinks had nothing to do with that, of course.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Don't le me go Cactus

It's been very quiet here on the blog for a while because I was on holiday in Sardinia and did my best to stay away from computers and that was very easy.
Much easier than getting stuck in a cactus to miss my flight. So now I'm back in Budapest again.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Alien therapy

Many Hungarians feel alienated because of their language and now they started a new kind of therapy for kids. After a few session it feels natural to be an alien.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Blood moon and sauerkraut.

On Tuesday I hung out with some of my favourite people on a roof top in Buda. It started with a beer and some sausages and ended we had sauerkraut throwing competition over the fence. It was ridiculous, but so is sauerkraut.
The fence.

The blood moon put us in a good light, better than deserved. Thanks moon.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Mad Style or Bad Style. Surprise stockings.

Do you have problems with ass sweat in this heat wave? I definitely do and then I found the saviour, the "Meglepetés harisnyanadrág" (surprise tights) that gives a nice airflow.

But then again comes the important question
Are they  

Mad Style or Bad Style?