Who needs

the walls anyway?

A part of the

Czech Ztohoven artist collective, who do some fun stuff and seem to get arrested occasionally.

I know

you might not want to hear this, but in someone's view we (h.sapiens (even though I can't find the 'wise' part no matter how hard I try )) have been reduced to the ten minuters.

I thought

the best way to pay my respect would be to go and take a photo in a theatre.

I need to

grab hold of one of her books (and read it of course).

A new band

in the making.

Sometimes

you need to fight your way out of the front rows with the flirty teenagers and go to the back, to rethink, regroup and take a different photo.

Strings

hiding underneath the electronics.

So let's take a peek

 at what the young ones are doing. It seems like they are getting married (has that become popular again?)

and having sex (as usual).

53 toasts behind us

 47 to go.

The aftermath of 100 toasts.

I enjoyed

an intimate performance in an old villa, and took a few photos while doing so.

Some people

have returned from London, others are slowly packing.

The silent

witness to the world around us.

In the good old days

it was a dog eat dog world, now it has turned into a man hunt man world out there.

It is always

good to see a performance in which we are told we fucked it up, because from where I am standing it certainly looks like we have.

Rade

He is one of those guys who steps on stage and performs with such conviction and simplicity that you truly believe everything is going to be alright.

Supposedly

we no longer burn witches on the stake, for we  have re-focused on a different group and started using much more sophisticated ways of getting rid of them.

I was

 really hoping these two would do something together,

 but instead they each did their own stuff - a great opportunity was missed I think.

How

far are we prepared to go?