Cougar Microbes Afterhours

Permalink In skate we trust (at The Brooklyn Brewery)
Permalink World War III, when are you coming for me? Been kicking up sparks, we set the flames free, the windows are locked now so what’ll it be? A house on fire or a rising sea? Why is the night so still? Why did I take the pill? Because I don’t wanna see it at my windowsill (at Neve Tzedek / נווה צדק)
Permalink In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus

 (at Tel Aviv Cinematheque)
Permalink Rollerblading like it was 1995 (at Park Hayarkon, Tel Aviv)
Permalink A drink with some old friends #Satchmo (at New Satchmo)
Permalink We’re just two lost souls 
Swimming in a fish bowl, 
Year after year, 
Running over the same old ground. 
And how we found
The same old fears. 
Wish you were here.
Permalink And there were future reflections on the face and the hands, on a green coloured island, on a primitive man. It was the future reflects, it felt familiar but new, a street was missing a building, the kids had something to do (at La Triennale di Milano)
Permalink In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage. Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners. Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they’re gone (at Nuovo Birrificio Lambrate)
Permalink The hardest thing in life to learn is which bridge to cross and which to burn (at Ponte Vecchio)
Permalink I wanted to walk through the empty streets and feel something constant under my feet, but all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors (at Milano Centro)
Permalink Marshmallow, man (at Milano Centro)
Permalink Wish I knew what you were looking for, might have known what you would find (at Milano Centro)
Permalink Thou shalt not worship Pop Idols or follow Lostprophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain. (at נמל תל אביב The Port of Tel Aviv)
Permalink North to south
Empty
Running on
Bravado
As if to say, as if to say
As if to say, he doesn’t like chocolate (at Jaffa Port)
Permalink I’ve stood in a thousand street scenes, just around the corner from you, on the edge of a dream that you have, has anybody ever told you it’s not comin’ true? (at Rabin Square)