Look! In the streets! It's a riot! It's a dance-a-thon! No, better. It's the runtur, and it's simply what Reykjavikurs do on Friday and Saturday nights, usually from around midnight to about seven or eight in the morning. It's a spectacular smash-up of young people, booze, shouting, dancing, screaming, singing, carousing, stumbling, and, ( Read more... )

Goddamn, this drink fucking rocks. Give it a whack ( Read more... )

This was taken in March at the Temple Bar on rue Princesse in Paris, one of my favorite haunts. I love doing these things, really I do. Check out my short hair and goatee! Cheers and bottoms up!

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Because I care, that's why.