~temporal sluts~

June 2nd, 2010

Temporal Sluts was what it said on the poster outside the ladies room. It was a band flyer, but well describes our current state of mind and being. Above is the chandelier outside Cookies Cream, a hidden, secretish (how secret can you be with a write up in the NYT?) vegetarian restaurant in Mitte where Parmesan dumplings, soufflé and Grüner Veltliner were enjoyed by our New York visitors.

Below the dinner space is a club, Cookies, that’s been around since the mid-nineties and I gather has some sort of reputation.

Then it was back to the West, to Schöneberg‎ and the sand-floored bar Slummberland. “Temporal Sluts” on your right, Alfonso in the middle, gleefully waving penis on your left (poster boy of Billy Boy condoms).