So I took a plane from Malmö to Amsterdam in order to get a break from Sweden, catch up with my Amsterdam friends and make som film collaboration. I did it all+plus a bit more.
I came to there on Friday, had a double photo shoot on Saturday, got portrayed by my friend and artist E, took some wrong trains, had a film shoot on Sunday... Sunday. Night. I went to the bar where a friend works, got some free wine and cheese, talked about some stuff that obviously is life.
Went to a jazz bar, had a shot w a crazy but nice woman from a country I dont remember the name of.
Went to a club. Danced. Got waisted. Smoke. Hands on my shoulders. Someone is caring. Lips saliva. Someone wants to have sex. Only. I think. A chef from Portugal. My friend has been talking about chefs.
We went into one of Amsterdams biggest parks.