michael pollak

painting sucks.

wah.

wieso verfärben sich die bike-teile die ich mit diesem verd… klarlack lackiere (genius pro 2 in 1 klarlack) teilweise gelblich?? WIESO? fettreste? wasser?

genannt wird das ganze wohl vergilbung… werde nächste woche also den gaaaaaaanzen lack wieder abschleifen, mir “genius pro metall-klarlack” holen, und von vorne beginnen.

bin begeistert… wieder was gelernt.

zorki-4

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tainted love

das video noch nie gesehen – i’m in love.

water

dieses ding ist ein transportables wasserkraftwerk und soll 500 watt erzeugen.
WANT.

baden

fuck yeah.
let’s dress up and go to baden.

all i want to do.

all I want to do is
make design infamous
all I want to do is
burn my initials into Obey ass
all I want do do is
play ukulele from the middle of a
burning building
standing in the fast lane of the
Pacific Coast Highway
falling from the top of the
Tokyo Tower
the graphic design world
sucks dead dog dick
I’d rather be Geoffroy Tory
than Paul Rand
I’d rather ride V.I.C.I. “the small wonder”
than watch Bansky´s new film
I’d rather
sell state secrets to Venezuela or Iran
than wait sullenly for a
e-mail from some diseased clown with a
three-piece mind
telling me that I’ve won a
a Young Cannes Lions
for my last campaign of toilet paper
I want to be
hated
by everyone who design for a living
I want people to watch my pictures and
get headaches
I want people to hear my songs and
vomit
I want people to watch my images and
weep, scream, disappear, start bleeding,
eat their smart phones, beat each other to death with
swords and
go out and get riotously drunk on
someone else’s money
this ain’t no last night party
this ain’t no fucking Wes Anderson crappy movie
this ain’t no foolin a
grab-bag of
clever wordplay and sensitive thoughts and
gracious theories about
how many ambiguities can dance on the head of a
machine gun
this ain’t no
genteel evening over
cappuccino and Oprah bullshit
this ain’t no life-affirming
our days have meaning
as we watch the flowers breath through our souls and
fall desperately in love
this ain’t no letter-press, hand-me-down
Pablo Cohelo Festival of bitching about
the broken rainbow
it is a carnival of dread
it is a savage sideshow
about to move to the main arena
it is absolut terror and wild beauty
walking hand in hand down a bombed-out road
as missiles scream, while a
sky the color of arterial blood
blinks on and off
like the lights on Compton
after the last geek dead of reblogin
I come not to bury Graphic Design
but to blow it up
not to dandle it on my knee
like a retarded child with
green eyes
but
throw it off a cliff into
icy seas and
see if the the motherfucker can swim for its life
because love is an excellent thing
surely we need it
but, my friends…
there is so much to hate These Days
that hatred is just love with a chip on its shoulder
a chip as big as the Nostromo
and heavier than
all the bills I’ll never pay
because they’re after us
they’re selling radioactive charm bracelets
and breakfast cereals that
lower your IQ by 50 points per mouthful
we get politicians who think
starting World War III
would be a good career move
we got beautiful women
with eyes like wet stones
peering out at us from the pages of
glassy magazines promising that they’ll
fuck us till we shoot blood
if we’ll just buy one of these beautiful switchblade knives
I’ve got mine.

omg, fuck yeah. by 9000

every day

Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.

– JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE