It's all about the ginge fringe. Courtesy of Tom BursonMaybe it's rutiluphilia, maybe it's that bizarre Dutch humor, or maybe it's some subconscious Freudian fascination with Van Gogh, but the town of Breda in the Netherlands absolutely adores redheads. Every September thousands of natural redheads from around the world travel to the small Dutch town to celebrate "Roodharigendag," the Redhead Days, a festival devoted to the fire-haired family.
The 500-seat restaurant looks more like the location of a wedding reception than an eating establishment. It’s virtually empty outside of the dozen or so waitresses donning tight ponytails and blue blazers with skirts that wouldn’t be out of place on an Air Koryo flight. The venue is brightly lit with fluorescent lights and the plain, beige decor barely merits the “no photography” sign, though photos can certainly be taken discreetly.
Eighty apple trees are fitted with IV bags in the courtyard of Berlin’s Kunstgewerbemuseum. The neon green liquid represents the plant’s fragility, a nod to the impact of climate change. Inside the museum, there’s “Bugs Bunny,” a meatloaf made from mealworm paste shaped to look like a rabbit; a butchered pig encased in 60 silicone blocks and a pile of rotting cookies.
@scatteredradge power through the pain. let it numb. burn. just wait. people say the most sensorial experience in life is seeing the world atop a mountain or standing in front of a van gogh. those people have not endured vicks.
ICE 524 Update - The woman across from me has been picking her nose for an impressive three continuous minutes. She examines after each pick, then continues. This might be the strongest alpha move I've ever encountered. Will retort by itching my neck.