ONE MORE NIGHT IN THE PENTHOUSES

One more night in the penthouses. High air, high life. Waxed shoes and yellow drinks. Party at the table. Party in the sleeping rooms. Party next to the fridge, next to the microwave, next to the wc.

I went out at the balcony, late, at maybe 3. Big black waves. Dark houses, empty beach. And in the edge of the water – one big, quiet greyhound. Moving slowly like a ghost, worried, calm and magic. So thin and so fragile and lost. I felt so sorry and I fell asleep.

Woke up in the tanning chair under Lolas big red umbrella. The dog was gone and the beach cold and blue. 5 and confused.

VISION COME HERE - PURPLE MIST

When I imagine myself doing something 9-5.
FEELING SICK.

What I want to do: walk around in purple mist.
Grow beard. Learn to skate.
Marry girls. Drink coffee at Himalaya.
Write an avantgarde self-biography comedy.

SMARTPHONES AND SAND

Making notes to bring home. Words for my memory.
iPhone 8 and sand in the smartphone case.

Lost my ray-bans at The Coco Beat.
Dark chocolate with berries and tequila. Flip flops and no tomorrow.
iPhone 8 for my memory. Sand for the senses.

EVERY DAY IS DAY AFTER

Ibiza nights are long.
Im dancing until my heart beats music.
Dancing my shoes and clothes of. Dancing until I cry or hit or kiss someone.
Dancing until I almost kill someone or I almost kill myself.
Night life 2018.

Every morning, no matter sleep level, hot ristretto and radio at the rooftop. Wet air from the underground life. Just stillness, post shower.

RELAXED INSPIRATION SOUNDTRACK

When they hang out in the streets their moods are extra luxe ultra divine. 

Young are they and old. Dark and light. 

I watch them from the Coco boat bar and I feel like a strange foreigner. 

I write down three words in my phone: 

value

luxury

strangeness 

 

DEEP HOUSE RESTAURANT

At the deep house restaurant. Ordering Plaza menu.
Fussy gang. 

White drinks with sharp essence.

White sky and rain at the napkins.  

Grey sky and storm. Running home in playful panic.

My god, never laughed this much. 

SOUTH EUROPEAN SKY LIFE

LETS CREATE SOME JUICE MAGIC

Destructiveness and energy.

SPARKLING VISDOM ICE CREAM

What is hiding behind the mountains? On the other side of the fancy lifestyle? We borrowed Alessandros car (and funny-strange dog) this morning and drove 2 hours southwest.

Ice cream and 80s ice box at the road stop. Mint green pear ice cream and orange blossom with bitter syrop. In the pink plastic chairs. At the pressed sand floor. Cars and cars.

One very old man told me not to disapear from this world before feeling big magical fantastic MUY BUENO love. He had seen it happen too many times, he said. So much bitterness and dead faith, he said.

Okok, grandpa.

BEST THING EVER FIRST EDITION LIFESTYLE BLOG

One more day of lounging. Smoking even if not a smoker. Drinking even if not a drinker. 

Pizza lunch, fancy cocktails and juicy-ripe avocados.

Subject: WHAT SHOULD WE DO WITH OUR LIVES?

Pete wants to become a fireman. Sebastian wants to play piano. Jack wants to just...destroy things...

I dont want to fight fires, play piano or destroy things. What is my mission? Maybe to always answer that question tomorrow. 

IBIZA TENNIS CLUB

Ambient sounds and fake dolphins at the tennis court in the sunset light. 

We bought new sneakers at the street market. Cheap and fruity. 

I feel like God of the Hollywood queens when running up and down the court. 

Strong like a David sculpture. Fit like a models waist. 

I am your dream. Come play with me, one more set.