** BOSER HUND is German for “bad dog”. Just something I learned on this trip and then got stuck saying it all the time.
We got the opportunity to do a Hamburger Eyes show in Munich! We had just wrapped up a show in Los Angeles where we hung 500 photos, so for this show in Germany I wanted to go for exhibiting 1000 photos. Chris, an old friend from SF, is now the director of the Kunstverin Munchen and he said try to think of a new show where we don’t hang photos on the wall. I was like okaaayyyy… He came up with the idea of zig zagging a handrail structure with photos on top. We made it tables instead and the idea is of an epic sequencing. I was excited to travel and to see cousin Rob who lives in Berlin and brother Dave who lives in New York.
My itinerary was nuts, as per usual. First flight was to New York. I upgraded because it was only $30 to do so. Look how much leg room. I have never seen so much leg room.
Stayed up all night partying with Dave, he made some breakfast, then I had to go to Zurich.
But not till I got a photo of these flamingos. His deck is super chill.
Can’t remember but I think it was Swiss Airlines.
I ate it anyways.
Oh yeah, so my flight was delayed in New York, which meant I missed my transfer to Milan and then another flight to Munich. I had to wait in a line for about 3 hrs to get another flight but at least it was straight to Munich and I didn’t have to pay anything.
Munich. I made it.
Met up with Matt and Chris and the gallery. Then checked into the hotel. Then passed out.
This is where Hitler rose to power.
Next day, went cruising a little, bust mostly working on installing the show.
Then straight to getting drunk with Robbo.
Little Boser Hunds.
More setup the next day.
I was psyched they liked my weird videos and wanted to show them.
Crazy surf spot nearby.
First opening night.
Dave made it.
These ladies were nice and enjoyed the show.
Then they took us to the most fanciest dinner I have ever had.
In another room of the restaurant was this sit down bar. It was rad. I am probably fucking this story up but here goes: apparently the owner was in Oregon, picked out a tree, shipped it to Japan where they carved out this bar all in one piece, and then shipped it to Munich and built this bar and restaurant around it? I don’t know. But I do know I will go to Munich again and I will come here and get drunk.
I sat down next to some random girl who turned out to be kinda cool and kinda cute. I thought I was going to at least make out with her but nothing happened. She named this turtle “Freddy”.
Somehow made it back to “Das Hotel”. That was the name of it.
About to overload you with install shots. Get ready.
Second opening night, the official opening. It was awesome. I got too drunk to take pictures. We all dj’ed off our phones and killed it. Thanks so much to Chris and Matt and the gang. I wanna come back!
Stay tuned for Part II. Berlin.