Welcome to Halle 18 @ The Spinnerei
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Dream Land. This is dream land. The time is flying by here in Leipzig. Our first month is nearly up, and the experience has so far exceeded any expectations I might have had. To bring everyone up to speed, I’ll quickly list a few very important things in bullet format and show some pictures.
- Berlin is an entrancing city where one can responsibly stay out until 5am.
- Hans Holbein the Younger is pretty good.
- Danish cheese is frightening.
- Cospudener Lake is a castle in the air/land of milk and honey/Elysian field.
Philadelphia in Leipzig: Mike Bruno of Mike Bruno and the Black Magic Family Band
and Megan Biscieglia of Bad Braids. |
Reppin’ dat Plagwitz. Kevin’s turn to cook dinner, and a dinner it was.
Chow Mein for the children. |
One of the many robots at Bimbotown
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Every Tuesday night, The Whiskey Bar opens here at the Spinnerei. A few buildings behind us, the trampled down weeds lead you through a chain link fence, between some trailers and into a most commendable homespun hang out/barbeque/bar area. An ample man with a large black beard flipping sardines with chopsticks and simultaneously grilling pork chops is the debonair keeper of this domain. The food is delicious, the beer is cheap and soon after sundown the place is filled with people as they leave their studios in search of a drink and conversation.
When you need to use the bathroom, you get to walk through Bimbotown, the creation of British artist and inventor Jim Whiting. Bimbotown is like a psychedelic Pee-Wee’s playhouse nightmare in the best possible way. A most commodious interior filled with bizarre robots, hidden passages and fun house architecture.
Pixelated currywurst now with gnats. Das Original! Travel Tip #0: Be wary of the tempestuous currywurst.
More than one in a day and you’re going to have a bad time. |
We have a houseplant.
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The 2013 Leipzig group with Academy alumni Lily Koto Olive
outside of the Neo Rauch Graphic Arts Foundation |
Ponder that painting.
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