Everyone's always talking about their favorite countries, favorite places, favorite foods, favorite positions, favorite movies, favorite animals etc. You get the picture. Lately, I've been thinking about the first of above mentioned, except not really. I've been thinking, which countries would I least like to visit? Let's make it a top five, should we?
#5 Russia - The country of Russia actually sounds really appealing, but I can't help it. I'm really scared that I would get killed by someone who thinks my race of people just learned how to walk up straight like 15 minutes ago. We didn't, okay? We invented chess, you asshole. Now let me ride your cool railway-thingy.
#4 Thailand - This was a difficult choice. It's not like I think Thailand as a country is lame and has nothing to offer. It's just that I don't feel like going halfway around the world, just to order food in Swedish, spend my days drinking roofied drinks out of something the size of a drain pipe, and then end the night by shooting elephants from my balcony with the rest of the European morons. I would bet every penny I own on the fact that Thai people absolutely despise tourists. I don't blame them, since the only ones they meet behave like retarded 5 year olds.
#3 Purgatory - Not a country, but still. I doesn't sound very appealing.
#2 Australia - Stalingrad anno 1944 mixed with Shawshank prison, A Clockwork Orange, herpes, and eating my own head sounds more appealing.
#1 Australia - I really do not want to go.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Jungle Drum
I can't help but think that this girl is really cute. The fact that she's from Iceland is probably more than half of it, though.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
awesome song+broken/lost computer
I'm sorry I haven't been updating you guys. First, my computer broke, and then when I finally fixed it, it got stolen instead. ace. I took a lot of pictures and will be posting them when I have the money to actually develop them. Until then, listen to this awesome song. Listen to the whole thing. I'm going to be a total Fever Ray sucker this year:
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
New York, New York.
When Frank Sinatra sings "New York, New York", is he trying to emphasize how awesome New York is by repeating the name of the city, or is he just making sure we know he's talking about the city of New York, in the state of New York? I mean, it's always best to avoid confusion. Especially in songs that are that famous.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
My friends at work.
I'd like to call this piece: "My friends at work". The little girl on the screen is Lady GaGa. The two girls on the right made money while that video was playing. Ace.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Updated website
So, I updated my website with a new personal album, and also some fashion stuff. The best of album is a set of my favorite pictures from spring 2009, a truly great one. Today, I wanted to do my laundry at a place just down the street from our apartment. I couldn't find it.
Life 1 - 0 Robin.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Laserfylla.
This is how you know you've had somewhat of an epic Saturday night: At midnight, you're still playing computer games with your roommates. 11 hours, a couple of long islands and a visit to Berghain later, the police wakes you up, because you're asleep in the middle of the sidewalk. Ace. Here are some more pictures:
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The past couple of weeks part I
These are pictures from the past couple of weeks, meaning New York, California, London and Berlin. I wanted to post them earlier, but my computer was not working. Highlights included seeing my cousin Malou in London, having a party at our loft in New York, and taking portrait pictures of Max's turkey. I've been trying vivid color film and I really like it. Unfortunately, it's really expensive here in Berlin, so I might have to go back to regular film for a while. Last night, me and Alex found a couch on the other side of town at 6 am and tried to carry it home. It did not work. Anyways, stay tuned for part II.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Magnificent Magazine
I have two stories in the current issue of Magnificent Magazine, and also did the cover for it. Not that much more to say, really. Credits can be found below.
photographer: that swedish sri lankan boy
fashion: katie burnett
hair: Yoshiki Kirino
makeup: Yuri Okada
models: Ksenia(Storm) & Lotte(Union)
photographer: that swedish sri lankan boy
fashion: katie burnett
hair: Yoshiki Kirino
makeup: Yuri Okada
models: Camilla(Storm) & Philippa(FM)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tennishero+Me.
My two good friends, Alex and Jens, just released an EP in Japan, as their electronic duo "Tennishero". I took the picture for the cover. The song is called "High Scenes" and it's obviously pretty great. If you're not in Japan, you can buy it here.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Zoot Magazine
So, I have a story in the bi-annual magazine Zoot. I think it turned out alright, and I'm hoping to do something else for them in the future. The issue was delayed a bit, but it should be in stores now, or next week maybe. It's sold pretty much worldwide throught Borders, Barnes&Noble and any magazine store with a decent selection. These pictures are extracts from the story, slightly modified from the version that is in the actual magazine, of course. I hope you'll like it. Also, I just arrived in Berlin and so far it's been amazing. The apartment is big, light and there is no furniture. At all. I've got a couple of projects coming up, I'll keep you posted on any progress.
Credits
photo: robmonzter
fashion: Katie Burnett
hair: Kiyo Igarashi
make-up: Yuri Okada
editing: Maja Daniels
models: Masha@Storm & Claire@FM
Zoot Magazine
Credits
photo: robmonzter
fashion: Katie Burnett
hair: Kiyo Igarashi
make-up: Yuri Okada
editing: Maja Daniels
models: Masha@Storm & Claire@FM
Zoot Magazine
Sunday, June 7, 2009
The new trend. My new trend.
I've been feeling for a while now that it's time to make some money. And I'm not talking about petty cash here, I'm talking serious money. The kind of money that I can live off for the rest of my life. Now, I thought this was going to be relatively easy. It was not. It took me a whole day, but I've finally figured out how to make money. This is my very own, new and totally awesome action figure:
Are YOU sick of being the only uncool kid in class, simply because you can't keep up with the new trends? Do you always get picked last during PE? Fear not, for this is the all new, super cool AUSTRALIA MAN! He's half man, half retarded monkey. The all new Australia Man rides the bus without a shirt on, loves sports that nobody else gives a shit about, and has almost eradicated an entire species of people! And the best part is, the new super awesome action-figure only costs 79.99 $! If you thought Batman was cool, check this out! Australia Man can walk and talk at the same time, blacks out every single week-end, and has successfully been raping the English language for centuries, without ever being prosecuted! So, stop wasting time being unpopular, and get your very own Australia Man today! All rights reserved, shirt and cerebral activity sold separately.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
My thoughts on hip-hop
I would like to start this post by stating, not only the obvious, but essential fact that will most likely overshadow this entire post: I know absolutely nothing about hip-hop. I'm almost completely oblivious to what dipshit killed what other dipshit over some dumb rhyme that probably didn't even rhyme. Now that I have gotten that out of the way, the next statement won't be as shocking to most readers. Now, I'm just putting this question out there. In no way is this a universal fact, nor is it confirmed in any way. This is all pretty much speculation, but wouldn't you say that hip-hop is really kind of stupid?
From what I can tell, there seems to be two sub-categories in hip-hop. First, that club-friendly hip-hop that is all about money, hoes, cars and Louis Vuitton bags. Second, there's "conscious" hip-hop. Hip-hop that is aware. As if being "conscious" is a bonus. Wow, not only is this person making music, he can see what happens around him, almost as if he had those "eyes" and "ears" things. It's kind of like when people date other people, simply because they're "nice". As if "being nice" isn't something you're supposed to be, it's just a plus. Is it just me, or is something crooked when people get praised for integrating their life-experiences in their music? Has anyone heard of conscious death metal? Conscious techno? No, you haven't. It's self-explanatory, really. Most hip-hop these days is so dumb, that when someone raps about real things, it's actually considered a skill.
Now, let's dive into club hip-hop. You know, the stuff that really makes you bounce. In a lot of songs, I hear people talking about going to the club and spending 30 000-ish dollars on drinks, blow, girls etc. All in good fun. So, let me get this straight: You just went to an establishment that pays 10 dollars for a bottle of alcohol and sells it for 300 dollars. You went to a place that has tables, much like restaurants, parks, churches, daycare-centers and schools, except in this establishment, you get charged 400 dollars to sit at them. You went to a place that pays a guy 2 000 dollars to play music that he didn't make. This is the place you went to. This is the place where you chose to go and spend your 30 000 dollars. Cool.
I'm not going to be too mean here. I sometimes enjoy hip-hop. Sometimes. Like when I'm at the club and I want to feel like I have more money than I actually do, I like hip-hop. When I want to feel like my car is cooler than it actually is, I like hip-hop. When I want to see girls dance and thoroughly enjoy something that's yelling into their ears that they are all "skanky bitches", I like hip-hop. But those are not the only instances. If I was walking through a bad neighborhood, listening to N.W.A, and someone came up and tried to mug me, you know what I'd do? I'd probably piss myself. But standing there in the rainy streets with urine stained pants and no money would be a lot more depressing if you add Elvis Presley's "In the ghetto" to the equation.
And then come the nicknames. Why do most rap-names feel more condescending than flattering? They got to pick the names themselves, and they're all about being small, fat, scarred and poor. Why can't you at least put a positive spin on the names, like "Relatively athletic-Joe", "Can stand up straight in a tent-Wayne" or maybe "Far from retirement-Jeezy". Seriously, in what other genre of music would someone sit down and think: "Alright, I am about to become a household name. People are going to know who I am, what I do and what I stand for. Therefore, I should probably pick a cool stage-name that represents me in a professional, yet artistic way. Wait, I've got it. Old Dirty Bastard."
To all you hip-hop fans out there: Sorry, I remain unconvinced.
From what I can tell, there seems to be two sub-categories in hip-hop. First, that club-friendly hip-hop that is all about money, hoes, cars and Louis Vuitton bags. Second, there's "conscious" hip-hop. Hip-hop that is aware. As if being "conscious" is a bonus. Wow, not only is this person making music, he can see what happens around him, almost as if he had those "eyes" and "ears" things. It's kind of like when people date other people, simply because they're "nice". As if "being nice" isn't something you're supposed to be, it's just a plus. Is it just me, or is something crooked when people get praised for integrating their life-experiences in their music? Has anyone heard of conscious death metal? Conscious techno? No, you haven't. It's self-explanatory, really. Most hip-hop these days is so dumb, that when someone raps about real things, it's actually considered a skill.
Now, let's dive into club hip-hop. You know, the stuff that really makes you bounce. In a lot of songs, I hear people talking about going to the club and spending 30 000-ish dollars on drinks, blow, girls etc. All in good fun. So, let me get this straight: You just went to an establishment that pays 10 dollars for a bottle of alcohol and sells it for 300 dollars. You went to a place that has tables, much like restaurants, parks, churches, daycare-centers and schools, except in this establishment, you get charged 400 dollars to sit at them. You went to a place that pays a guy 2 000 dollars to play music that he didn't make. This is the place you went to. This is the place where you chose to go and spend your 30 000 dollars. Cool.
I'm not going to be too mean here. I sometimes enjoy hip-hop. Sometimes. Like when I'm at the club and I want to feel like I have more money than I actually do, I like hip-hop. When I want to feel like my car is cooler than it actually is, I like hip-hop. When I want to see girls dance and thoroughly enjoy something that's yelling into their ears that they are all "skanky bitches", I like hip-hop. But those are not the only instances. If I was walking through a bad neighborhood, listening to N.W.A, and someone came up and tried to mug me, you know what I'd do? I'd probably piss myself. But standing there in the rainy streets with urine stained pants and no money would be a lot more depressing if you add Elvis Presley's "In the ghetto" to the equation.
And then come the nicknames. Why do most rap-names feel more condescending than flattering? They got to pick the names themselves, and they're all about being small, fat, scarred and poor. Why can't you at least put a positive spin on the names, like "Relatively athletic-Joe", "Can stand up straight in a tent-Wayne" or maybe "Far from retirement-Jeezy". Seriously, in what other genre of music would someone sit down and think: "Alright, I am about to become a household name. People are going to know who I am, what I do and what I stand for. Therefore, I should probably pick a cool stage-name that represents me in a professional, yet artistic way. Wait, I've got it. Old Dirty Bastard."
To all you hip-hop fans out there: Sorry, I remain unconvinced.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Photobooth pictures
Here are some pictures of me and my friends from our self-constructed photo-booth, that we built for the party on Saturday. Unfortunately, it broke twice, because people jumped(literally) on the button, instead of pressing it with your fingers, like you're supposed to. People, unless you open elevators and play-video games like that, it's kind of a stupid way to do it. Just putting that out there.
Now the lovely lady on my shoulder, I found in a shop earlier during the day. She is a ballerina from Fulton Street, and her name is Julie Gaffney, obviously being named after the infamous(at least on Iceland) Julie "The Cat" Gaffney, from Mighty Ducks II. I totally had the wrong picture of Iceland before I saw that movie.
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