new picturrres

I have some new fashion pictures coming out before Christmas, but I'm not sure exactly when and where you can buy the magazine yet. I'll keep you posted, though.

pics: Charles Zeber

Why would you do that?

I never understood people that buy small, ugly, insignificant dogs. The thing that bothers me about small dogs, is that they're jumpy. All things that are jumpy are annoying. People hate jumpy people, so why would you get a jumpy dog? I understand that small dogs are less work, but if you want less work, why don't you get a cat instead? At least they're aesthetically pleasing, something that partially makes up for their total lack of personality. Obviously, fashion people buy small dogs or cats, for the exact reason I just mentioned. When you choose a pet, based on the fact that you both lack personality, it might be time to re-evaluate and make some form of change. It makes sense to me.

Anyway, take Pugs, for instance. In what other instances do people want to pay a lot of money for defect goods? I thought defect goods were supposed to be free, or at least cheap? 800 dollars for something defect is not cheap. It is common knowledge that Pugs are a sad, biological failure. I'm not saying they suck, which they do, but it just seems like such a shitty deal to me. See, this is were I need your help. Can someone please explain to me why I should buy this sorry excuse for a dog:

When I could buy one of these little munchkins?

Also, the following names are currently being considered for my first dog:

Cornelius
Helmut
Bowie
Heima
Hilfe
Ray Dee O'Head

I'm out.

Great covers.

What's up with everyone doing great covers these days? Hot Chip, for instance, have been putting out great covers for a couple of years now, and the trend is hardly getting worse.

Lykke Li - "Hustlin'"

And check out my buddy Ariel

Plus, it'd be a shame not to mention:

Chromatics - I'm On Fire(Bruce Springsteen Cover)

Anya Marina - Whatever You Like(T.I Cover)

New info.

In less than two weeks, I will be relocating from Berlin, back to my home town of Gothenburg. I'm pretty excited about it, actually. I have some new fashion photography stuff coming out soon, but I have to wait until the actual magazine is out, before I post any pictures. Also, my mom sent me all my birth info from Sri Lanka yesterday, which was pretty neat. This was me, I guess:

Asitha Vithanage Premawathie
Born 19/9-86. 8:45 AM
Bed 334633 Weight 6 LBS 3 OZS
De Soysa Hospital for Women
Colombo, Sri Lanka

AKA THE ROBMONZTER

The Tough Alliance - A New Chance(Juan Maclean Remix)

best thing ever.

Me and Alex are looking at pictures of deep sea jellyfish, essentially the best thing ever.

How the story of Charles began.

I started this blog little over 2 years ago in New York. Back then, the blog was called Chasin The Banana. One year after I started the blog, I changed the name, since Chasin The Banana sounds totally gay. I wouldn't mind being labeled as a gay person, it's just that I'm not gay. So, I decided to change the name. By that time, Charles had entered my group of friends, so Chasin The Banana(C.T.B) became Charles The Bear.

To be honest, I have no idea how many readers I actually have, since I've never checked. See, if the number turned out to be more than I expected, I'd probably feel pressure to write in a certain way, and if it turned out that nobody reads this crap, I'd probably just stop posting. That being said, today I realized that I never told you guys about how the character Charles the Bear came into being, and I feel like there are inquisitive minds out there that might be curious, so here it goes:

Charles the Bear: Genesis First Blood II

Once upon a time, one whole year ago in London, two Swedish boys were sharing, not only a room, but they also had to share a very small bed. That kind of intimacy between friends is not only questionable, it's also kind of scary.

London was a strange, yet not a very complex city. Days in London did not consist of day and night, like in other cities. Days in London consisted of two other important parts of human existence. "Work" and "Being shitfaced". No other activities were socially accepted.

Since the gang living in Flat 9 Dresden House were a bit lazy, they mostly stayed at home, indulging in many different kinds of adventurous, sophisticated activities.

Some more legit than others.

The gang was getting along very well, living in a dazed, yet fun state, constantly traveling between different parts of their own apartment. And even though London seemed to have the whole package; great weather, excellent food, and decent prices, something was still missing.

And so, the boys set out on a quest to find the missing link. Kind of like in that movie Highlander, they scoured the far corners of the Earth, yet nothing really cool was found. That is actually nothing like the movie Highlander. After careful consideration, the boys did the only rational thing. They went on Ebay.

They found a world full of horrific tales and atrocities. Did you know that in China, thousands of girl bears are brutally murdered, often times by drowning, simply because they were born female? The Swedish boys were shocked. Something had to be done. They had to stand up for all the mistreated young bears out there.

A month or so later, the boys were relaxing in their couch, indulging in a furious game of Mortal Combat. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door...

And the rest, my friends, is what we like to call history.

cute overload.

I'm fairly certain that my buddy Mahsa is the prettiest girl on planet Earth. Now, I'm not sure how one would permanently roofie someone, thus putting them in a constant, sedated state, but I'm making that my New Years resolution, so that I can elope with a drugged out, pretty iranian girl and live happily ever after. In Mongolia. Win.

I dont want to wooooork.

This is my "I'm an only child and I don't want to work"-face. I might make a mixtape called that, actually. Hey, that's a good idea. Stay tuned for that.

Here are some old pictures, simply because I am bored.


Emanuel & Robmonzter, New York 2008


Peter's living room, Uppsala 2009


Lotte, London 2009


Peter and Andreas, Uppsala 2009

best advertising ever. and a great song.

pic: me

Sebastien Tellier - Fingers of Steel (Penguin Prison Remix)

how very very very disturbing.

Obviously, I'm all for such a thing as an "Entertainment industry", but sometimes it just gets to be too ridiculous. Now, most people know who Aaron Carter is. In 1997, Aaron Carter released his first album, simply entitled "Aaron Carter". Carter was 10 years old at the time. Since we're used to this kind of thing, that does not appear to be odd. But when you look at the song titles, and content of the songs, the whole thing becomes extremely dumb. Remember the hit single from the album, called "Crazy little party girl"? Crazy.little.party.girl. Really? It might just be me, but I'm very confused about what a 10-year old, crazy little party girl does. Does she flash her non-existent boobs? Does she drink herself stupid off alchohol that she can't get anywhere? Does she have promiscuous sex? All things that come to mind are very disturbing. I'm assuming "crazy" implies dancing vividly, giggling like a retard and running around a lot, but isn't that something all 10-year olds do? In any case, I'm not following.



Or what about this one? This is 12-year old child star, Amy Diamond's song "What's in it for me?". It's also pretty dumb. The sentence leading up to the chorus is "I'm not a perfect little girl, but I should get what I deserve, and I refuse to be your mother". This sentence could mean two things:

1. This 12-year old girl is dating someone who should be able to take care of himself, but isn't, thus forcing her to act like his mother and caretaker. For that to be valid, he'd at least have to be 18 years old, since nobody demands that you take care of yourself before that age. So, what we've got here is an 18 year old dating a 12 year old. How romantic.

2. She's dating a boy of similar age, who just can't get his shit together. He goes back and forth, he's unsure of what he wants, and he just keeps messing with her mind. I just became a lot uncooler, since I wasn't even remotely interested in romantic mindfucking at that age. Or any kind of fucking, for that matter. I just wanted to play soccer.

So, miss Amy Diamond, I guess your question still remains to be answered. What is in it for you? Well, if you're dating an 18 year old, teen pregnancy is invevitably in the cards for you. And if you're dating a 12-year old mindfucker, again, teen pregnancy is probably in it for you. Have fun with that. Hey, what if it's a song about abortions?



This whole thing has made me realize what my next project should be. I'm going to write a book of poetry, called "Is it legal?" The book is meant to put emphasis on all the forbidden love out there. Here's a sneak peak:

Looking at you standing over there
So firm and nice
Should I walk over?
Would you mind?
Red, Intense, Love, Hate, Doubt
Your friends are all so cool
My mind is racing
Would people understand our love?
Feelings might get hurt
But what do I know?
I just want to be with you
Forever
Or at least until you're 13 or so


I told you this shit is really disturbing.

fail.

I still can't get over the fact that I went to Bowery Hotel and missed that one of Sweden's most famous bands played that night. It's not often that you get to see a band that normally plays for 20 000 people, play for a crowd of 200.

The fact that I missed it, makes me feel something like this:

win.

contemplaficinations

We currently do not have any furniture in our apartment, which is why I'm eating pasta on the floor. It's almost becoming somewhat of a theme. Or "följetong", as we would say in Swedish. I don't know what the Sri Lankan word for theme is. That is why we have google, people.

Also, I've been thinking about New York lately. I have no desire to move there now, but it's always been my ambition to move there at some point, at least. Life there is too intense for what I'm after right now. And right now, I don't feel like living in a city where people don't hang out during the day. I'd like to think that there are other things to do but work and party. Especially when 98 % of the parties consist of standing around, trying to be be cooler and caring less about shit than everyone else. At least on Manhattan. So, what age shall we say then? Maybe 26? 28? 32? To be honest, I'll probably move to New York when I'm under the faux impression that I'm at my peak in life, and then I'll leave again because I'll realize that I actually don't want any part of it.

Until then, I'm just going to continue watching Charlie in "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia". He is, without a doubt, my favorite character right now.

New Years resolution

I think I know what my New Years resolution is going to be this year. I'm giving myself 5 years to have visited all these countries. As you can tell, Africa hasn't really captured my interest.

The following would also be really cool, but are secondary choices:













See you there.