Last weekend we decided it’s that time of the year to infuse our lungs with some healthy fresh air and we set out for a weekend trip to the great outdoors. Or, to put it another way, we sent this guy who somehow writes for us and a photographer buddy of his to Melt! Festival in Gräfenhainichen to see what happens if you push grown up people to the edge of responsibility and then push them to go one step further.
We had a really hard time to make sense of everyone’s incoherent mumbling and crude stories—they were really incoherent—so we held a broken beer bottle to their throats and forced them to take another look at the pictures to recall what happened that weekend.
We were in more or less good shape when we arrived. More or less.
Somehow this moldy barrack became our headquarters and sick bay for the rest of the weekend.
Our Canadian friend had Erland Oye confused right before he hit the stage.
And there he was. Still confused, lost and slightly taken aback. Probably just he used this to cement his image.
Instead of hanging out more with Erland Oye they got what they deserved. Us.
I’m still grateful and happy no one died during this weekend.
We were pretty sure this guy was a malingerer, so we set out to break his legs for real, but then...
...we met her. She told us her name but it went in one ear and out the other. Once she told us she’s a porn star from the Netherlands we were awestricken and called her Antje Anal to simplify matters.
The Aphex Twin bombardment.
Bartosz met his soul mate and spent the rest of the time breaking his back just to find a way to become even more like her. That means he wanted to become perfect. I like ambitious people like that.
The infectious sleeplessfloorswamp. Gangrene is the word.
It’s incredibly easy—way too easy—to convince people that you are:
A: Richard Kern himself
B: at least the "new" Richard Kern
Sure. Being able to laugh about yourself is key. Great.
Sure... just have a look above.
My indecisive future. Going back and forth between the ER and bathroom for the handicapped.
Shitty weather. Unsettled like a child with severe ADD.
No clue, WHERE, WHAT, WHO AND WHY we were there. All these goddamn W-words. Seems like we were just there and apparently we walked up a hill, too. Fuck it.
Maybe that’s how we met her.
And her. Enough for a good time even without the music. That's all I'm saying for now, but don't go making any inferences.
FELIX NICKLAS
(Photos by Bartosz Ludwinski)
Isn't Øye from Norway?
Posted by: SearsPoncho | 23/07/2009 at 16:36
pretty much every girl pictured in this is a complete smoking hotty. why have i never heard of this festival. guess next summer will be heading to melt.
Posted by: badassbitches | 23/07/2009 at 16:37
the last pic looks a bit like cameron diaz, which is no bad thing. so did he actually hook up with these chicks or did he take pictures to make us think that through the power of suggestion.
Posted by: questionable | 23/07/2009 at 16:39
ive never heard of this festival, but it looks sweet.
Posted by: festivus | 23/07/2009 at 16:41
i'm going to have to look into dutch porn. yowza.
Posted by: axium | 23/07/2009 at 16:42
haha look at the douche in the flowers, he had better be on some mind bending hallucinogens to look like such a douche.
Posted by: high as fuck | 23/07/2009 at 16:43
MELT! and GREENFIELDS (&myfriends) the only reasons to become homesick this summer! so jealous!!!
Posted by: vanessa | 23/07/2009 at 16:44
bartosz and his soul mate look like theyre havign a tough time
Posted by: tripout | 23/07/2009 at 16:44
the girl pushing the wheelchair is a smokeshow
Posted by: shamwow | 23/07/2009 at 16:46
So is Aphex Twin good live? 95% of the time I'm highly disappointed in electronic acts live.
Posted by: Tara | 23/07/2009 at 17:28
great photos, looked like was a fun festival.
Posted by: darthvice | 23/07/2009 at 18:30
The third picture from the bottom looks reeeeeeally creepy.
Posted by: Wenz | 23/07/2009 at 19:27