I think about this image every time I see an unusual animal.
A wonderful German beer ad that was plastered all over Berlin when I visited recently.
Look at this guy’s face! That expression is saying so many things.
I asked a German friend to translate the ad and meaning. She came through:
The Question “Wer wird Milieunär?” plays off the show “Wer wird Millionär?” the German version of “Who wants to be a millionaire?”. And the word “Milieunär” is a neologism of the german words Milieu (translates to “red light district”) and Millionär (millionaire).
This ad advertises a competition you can enter by collecting the beer caps, I guess. And who ever becomes the new “Milieunär” is the new “Kiezkönig” (king of the red light district in Hamburg). Since the beer is from Hamburg and thats where the most famous red light district of Germany is, they are advertising their competition with a pimp. Why not, right? They def. nailed it.
Oh, and his belt buckle is a roaring wildcat. Too good.
Not my Dirtcat, but close enough. Damn this cat looks good.
BTW, this is a Chantilly/Tiffany cat. One of the best kinds of cat.
(Source: trippinsanity)
That license plate is pretty premium.
My Backyard by Susana Raab. Nelsonville, Ohio. 2005 (via Looking at the Land: Landscape Photogs Explain the “Why” Behind Their Shots)
The people who once lived here are called the Anasazi. The old ones. They quit these parts, routed by drought or disease or by murdering band of marauders, quit these parts ages since and of them there is no memory. They are rumors and ghosts in this land and they are much revered. The tools, the art, the building—these things stand in judgement on the latter races. Yet there is nothing for them to grapple with. The old ones are gone like phantoms and the savages wander these canyons to the sound of an ancient laughter. In their crude huts they crouch in darkness and listen to the fear seeping out of the rock. All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage. So. Here are the dead fathers. Their spirit is entombed in the stone. It lies upon the land with the same weight and the same ubiquity. For whoever makes a shelter of reeds and hides has joined his spirit to the common destiny of creatures and he will subside back into the primal mud with scarcely a cry. But who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe and so it was with these masons however primitive their works may seem to us.
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