A Jumble of Stuff, Budapest/Prague, late Oct. - mid Nov, 2006

Failing to be consistent at all with any picture taking in the past month, i offer an incoherent summary of recent events:

Ah yes, the infamous/legendary Room magazine party in mid October. Apparently i was hanging out with Ricsi at some point, as here is a picture of him and I.



Later that weekend at a shindig i threw at Vittula, tonyo was in fine table climbing form

(by the way, siri, you minx, i just noticed you are the default foto in vittula's pix section)



Later it turned in Norwegian Dans Party 2006 as i think 75% of the peeps were the Norwege. As you can imagine I had to scrape up every last erlend oye, A-ha, and annie i could find




some time later i felt like taking a picture of me looking as dorky as possible in between hungarian political posters



at the end of october i skipped over to one of budapest's suburban flea markets to look at lots of kitsch. ready for kitschkitschkitsch? good!




















next weekend went to prag once again for dj gig at heartbeats and to see the lovely locals. i took NO pics on the party night, only managed on saturday. here we are at maria's pad with friend from NYU, sitting on one of those delightful commie couches -- so tacky, so comfy. and perfect for the Rock-Opera-Sing-a-long which ensued!




and made cookies! i'm so sure you can pick out who is who




the pad had hosted a halloween party the week before and the residents made up an awesome set of creepy murder-type scenes. here was my favorite: MAN WITH POINTING PACKAGE KILLED YOUR MOMMY



plus creepy wall story!



one of the evening's guests, from spainland



zsuzsi, NYU-gal, and maria check out roomie's laptop which doubles as ghetto (or, non-ghetto rather) television



later at a kind of underground club with a lot of exposed moving metal, i tried my, can you believe, very first snus? what a rookie! and trying to have it set in my upper gum rather than lower! ROOKIE!



still trying...



damian doesn't mind that i am still motherfucking trying...



maria et moi in what looks like some kind of bizarro papparazzi shot



the '4 stooges'. i like this for the difference in faces: damian as generaly happy guy, maria as i'm not sure some sort robot thing, me with the stare of death, and sarah with post-collagen surgery lip maneuver



me and 'woody harrelson' -- film school mate of maria's. though looking now i'm not sure why i decided to call him that.



with american dude. hi american dude!



w/ the damian



back in budapest, at the 'semi-gumi' party i organized at vittula. orsi and her red stiletto should that could easily puncture one's chest



then last friday before my gig at Sark, roli sporting zsofi's dior bracelet. he's attracted to shiny shit of course



ja, ich bin mit roli



a view from the decks at Sark: oh, so that's what was happening! without the aid of a camera flash, those lights across the top make me blind as a bat



so... what was i playing here? sir mix-a-lot? prince?

um, how about the arcade fire. quite possibly the first ghetto booty drop pump dance floor move ever attempted to the arcade fire.