CZ RPB ME ASAP

well, here i am in the czech rpb. spent the last day in prague, and from what i saw, i really liked. it totally helped that we stayed at a pimp hotel.

http://www.andelshotel.com/

i am a hotel junkie, as some of you may know.

also, as you may have ascertained from my alternate, stateside blog, i have a soft spot for the graffitis. illegal street art, otherewise known as, "amadeo dont get to touch that spray paint again."

the graf here in prague is definitely several notches up from the stuff i was seeing in bulgaria. i mean still, i gotta give it up to the bulgarian taggers, but they have a little way to go. the stuff here in prague is super euro (duh) and on a big scale. lots of silver and black pieces, which i love. its no dusseldorf or rome, but its good all the same. i had the pleasure of seeing a few nyers up in prague, which was dope. i love seeing nyers getting up in foriegn cities. to think that these kids actually travel, and get out of nyc. i also saw an older twist tag by the charles bridge. that warmed my heart and my made my night!

well, back to photogrphy, right? from the airport, we hit the ground running again, here in prague. we shot all day in the old town, the castle and up in the observation tower. holy shit was it windy! small children were becoming airborn left and right. as we headed to lunch, the beautiful weather we had, turned rainy and so we headed to the pilser urquell pub for lunch.

i hate to say it, but my rouse as a vegetarian is up. i ordered the goulash. it was made with beer. i had to. david and i polished off a few more pints of beer ( i just love when he decides its time to drink) and we were pretty drunk. we staggered back to the andels hotel for a half hour of sober up time. i was supposed to be showering and pinching myself, or something, but i spent the entire time rtiding the elevator, trying to get access to the eulsive VIP 5th floor. why you ask?

just the best coffee machine, ever. so just imagine me, drunk, in a boutique type hotel, riding the elevator up and down, like a homeless person on the #5 train. finally some rook went up to 5 and i played it cool. real cool. trust me. and filled up as many cafe au lait' s as my lactose intolerant self could handle, and a couple espressos. piled it all onto a tray (a fucking tray amadeo?) and went back down to the 3rd floor. i loaded up my fridge so i would have the iced out coffees when i got back from the night shoot, and also in the morning the next day.

let me just say, when i returned that night, housekeeping had cleaned me out! i couldnt believe it. i was so mad. i was also heavily intoxicated again, so i decided i should brush my teef before i went down to the lobby to complain, but it would be like like complaining that the housekeeping staff done stole your weed. i mean, i had illicitly attained the coffee in the first place. sigh.

so after the whole coffee thing, we were back out on the streets of prague! tripod out cameras blazing. MOTOR DRIVE ON HIGH. we found a quiet locale and flicked the charles bridge making sure to hit all the f stops and different lenses. i mean, i do need something to do on this trip. we must look professional or something (yes i had my red winter hat on) bc soon a gaggle of tourists had set up next to us, flashes popping, stabilizing their digi cams on tables, railings, backs of loved ones, just trying to get that shot. trust me, we got it first, we got it best. it was time to roll.

david decided he wanted to flick some ttp. true tourist photography. the pedestrians, shopstalls, and performers on the charles bridge, so we headed on over. all i can say is, kafka would effing roll over in his grave. i was totally disgusted. the only thing that would have made the bridge crossing more complete, would have been to see kafka and louis armstrong dancing cheek to cheek, arm in arm to "what a wonderful world" as the flutes pounded it out in the background. sigh.

!amadeo!