comme des enfants

when monki calls, the fashion crowd follows.

with their denim workshop yesterday hamburg was the place to be for the artsy, crafty and the candyloving.

I'm a serious disciple of the last crowd as I had to face there is a reason I'm studying literature rather than fashion design. while others got into some kind of creative delirium to the sight of glitter glue, scissors and sewn-on patches of all colours my daily task was done with the studding of a denim pocket (serious skills here) and the customizing of two shirts that were already pretty beforehand.

the girls sitting everywhere from the desk to the floor cutting, glueing and studding away was just a sight and my lust for everything saccharine could be fulfilled.

so was the pursuit of my criminal intentions through balloon theft.after a short starbucks fix and strolling around town the night's theme was vernissage and inebriation and along with the marshmallow coloured drinks came edible moustaches (note: that one can doesn't automatically mean one should), fragments of french and candy rings.

while everyone of the welldressed crowd still was quite static, at night I get to the point when I devote my body to a rather autistic form of dancing rather than making conversation and soon the fancy was switched for the fucked up where people were less picture perfect and certainly less hand tame.