Urban Haiku #27

little giants by kevinsaintgrey

#27

When Christ was born.

On December 25^th.

In a mist city has gone.

Urban Haiku #26

Liverpool st. by KJ

#26 it kills . . .

Exhaling smokes of cigarette.

Inhaling fumes of cars.

This city is killing us.

Urban Haiku #25

Picadilly Circus, London

#25

Context, ads, types ‘n styles,

Like in a Vanity Fair.

We are part of city life.

Urban Haiku #24 among the sinners

The Leather Market by K.J.

#24 among the sinners

Classic architecture ‘n minimal gestures.

Fake smiles ‘n feelings

In the city of sinners.

Bitch GIF by KJ

A few spots in town

Last Saturday was an amazing day, great weather, so I and my friend decided to surf around central London all day and night, basically we had nothing else to do that weekend. While in Covent Garden we found a few great spots for sneaker maniacs (I will put the marker on GoogleMaps), they sell stuff from Obey, Stussy, Gourmet, Adidas Originals, Supra, Nike, as well as some silkscreen printed t-shirts – nice stuff.

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We made a little trip from Covent Garden to Southbank, city was packed, kids on this ridiculous 3x100m fake beach and people around downing pints of beer, but the mood was great, everyone relaxed, someone smoking weed in skatepark, even police didn’t give a damn about that. I took a few spontaneous photos of people building castles on the beach. By the way, we found this place for a young artists and designers, it’s like some sort of market (I’ll mark it on GoogleMaps).

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So we were walking around and thinking what we could do that night, so I just thought we gonna go to Bricklane 1001 club, my friend has never been there and that would be an awesome place to socialise and get a few Long Islanders, also they play music which suits everyone’s taste. So, we came back to his place in East London, last time I was in East side was probably on New Year’s, anyway, there were Lithuanians all over the place, a bit strange feeling. Party was going in my friend’s house, girls dancing and guys getting wasted, so we kinda knew that we should come back later from central to the party to check what’s up, maybe get some company for a night. So, we made it to Bricklane after 30 minutes of wondering around the area we found 1001, got inside, ordered some beers and Long Islanders.

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By the way, security took my marker pens and Promarkers, they said I will be tagging all over the place, well whatever. 1001 was quite empty, comparing with the last time when I was there. What I like about the place is that they have this bookcase in front room on the first floor filled with magazines, books and various flyers. My eyes caught a few flyers I like to share with you, quite a nice layout and simple, understandable graphics, clearly displayed information – an example for graphic designers.

My mate liked the place, he said it’s his type of spot he likes to hang out, also it’s free entrance, but I would suggest to behave yourself there, as on New Year’s we’ve got kicked out cause they thought we were on drugs, well come on, girls dancing on the tables and we downing cocktails like juice, all the place was starring at us! After a couple of drinks, we’ve got a call that party in my mate’s house was getting pace, so we got back to East London. Unfortunately, by the time we got back, there were only 3 girls left and around 10 guys completely smashed, standing in the circle in the middle of the room, moving around, barely standing, I figured that they were trying to dance. At least, they were friendly; we downed two packs of beer and gave a call to one friend who was with a car around central. He picked us up, and we were driving around London all night, we made a trip to somewhere 20 miles away from south London, dropped a girl to her house, smoked a joint of weed mixed with hashish, burned my throat, but gave me a massive appetite and a need to film everything! I basically filmed with my phone the entire trip on highway and central London, stupid… But it was fun, that morning I slept about 4 hours, but felt completely fine next morning. Hopefully, next weekend is gonna be better!

one of many London nights

@101 Centre Point faces of grey mass metropolitan kids

working their asses off for the weekends out on drinking and shagging,

tempting to get noticed for 9inch heels and hooker dresses with red undies...

Here magic happens in the toilets, on the streets, love doesn't exist,

it's the lust, greed and ego that drives us.

You gotta love London nights.

My friend just texted me that there is a party going on the roof of the one of the most luxurious hotels in central London, and when I say luxurious I mean ridiculously expensive kind of way, like 400 quid a night way. Well, my friend works there and he says that there are some girls, BBQ and drinks, staff party you know, and he asks me if I would like to join him tomorrow night as they are planning to continue the party and go out to some club. Honestly, I would do anything to get there, but I am just after work completely knackered and pissed off that my week sucked so much that I just can't show up in some staff party to get wasted, cheer up those lonely hotel guys and girls, you know it's like I am sort of a clown or joker. I know I could get wasted, get a hard-on some milf bitch staff manager and go home peacefully, knowing that no-one's feelings were hurt and I got my night-out for free. But the thing is that I'm always some sort of a wing man, like last week at 101 Centre Point. Long story short, three black girls, one French milf, three English girls and a few Italian tourists, all you could die for. And what's funny, I just got a bit drunk, slapped a few assess, made a few pecks on a cheek for those lonesome girls on Saturday night begging for a good shag... and I and my friend just left on a sunrise with no pussy, money or self respect to bring back home, but happy as kids sucking gf's tits, you would’ve seen the grins on our faces. Booze did the job, I guess I was everywhere in the club, shaking hands, hugging, chatting and kissing with everyone, I remember people taking pictures of me because I've put a cocktail straw through my earring hole and made a knot with it to keep it in place, some stupid idea, I know, wacky shit. But still I got a great night with my mate. What happened next few hours would better be untold to anyone as far as the definition goes, we are the trouble kids, can't stay away from any problems, doesn't matter what the consequences are. Oh, and the line I use when I got to the girl is – “You see my friend over there?”- Then I point to one of my friends-“…Well, he is sort of into you, I mean WOW! You’re gorgeous… Do you want to meet him? He is very jealous… Thank you!”, and then I just kiss her on forehead and move on surfing around the club like crazy. Hopefully, my friend gets a girl. ‘Stupid!’ – You think. Yeah maybe, but in the end everything goes back to me.