#dreadlocks berlin

[marimayscarlett]

Quick question, have we figured out why Richard is so damn ATTRACTIVE??? Like he was so fine during the Mutter and MiG Era but he's even better now??? Sir I have questions!!!! What is it about you that's so addictive??? And that belly??? A MASTERPIECE!!!! He needs to pay for my rehab I'm dying over him at this point lmao

Hi hello how did you get into my head and write down exactly what I think about daily?? Because I'm still so fascinated regarding how he changed over the years, while remaining so enticing and attractive, always reinventing himself a bit, experimenting with different looks and styles while maintaining his overall vibe and aesthetic 😌 This of course includes his physique and wonderful chunkiness, but I'll shamelessly use this ask to venture out in earlier decades, to appreciate this man in all his glory 😩 (I hope that's alright with you)

Let's take a tiny look at Mr. Richard Z. Kruspe over the years, just to process this delicious evolution of his:

Very early on we had a lean Richard with the dreads, for some a no-go, for others quite a charming look (i know exactly i'm not the only one who's down for dreadlock Richard 👀), picture from ca. 1993:

In the beginning of Rammstein, we have some brown and blond haired, somewhat muscly Richard (ca. 1995/1996):

Then of course the ethereal look of Live aus Berlin (recorded in 1998) and his general style during the Sehnsucht era (Viva interview from 1997):

Moving on to the Mutter era, the first time his iconic spiky black hair was introduced to the world (picture from 2001 in Tallinn, gif from 2001 at the Velodrom Berlin):

He maintained a similar style and physique (very much toned and gym-trained I guess) or a while, for example during Völkerball (recorded in 2005):

or in various music videos, such as "Mein Teil" (2004) and "Benzin" (2005, albeit with some very much 2000s eyebrows):

In 2009 while LIFAD was released and during the LIFAD tour, he shortly ventured into another hair style (I won't comment, it was.. something, picture of 2009), then again back to the spiky style and tried out the mohawk (picture from 2012 I think), while parts of his typical stage outfit were born plus he's rather muscly here too:

During the festival tour 2016/2017 you can slowly see him becoming a bit broader/meatier in his physique, which I find just absolutely wonderful, plus some combacks like his spiky hair (gifs from an interview in 2018):

And slowly but surely we arrive in the current time and Richard's current style and physique: vampire coat, chicken coat, meaty and chunky Richard in all his glory:

All in all I have to say: It's so interesting to see how he changed and still stayed true to himself and his aesthetic, to his enthusiastic and genuine self while continously trying out new styles. And this includes his physique!! His appearance of course changed over the span of 30 years, that's aging for you. Of course he put on some weight - but that doesn't negate the fact that someone can be unbelievably attractive. And yes, I wholeheartedly agree, his belly now is a master piece, forged by the heavens, a gift from god, just perfection 💖

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Puts out a new nice poem and then releases music video with assault scene in it during thia not so good for him times... Till really is something else.

what follows is my personal opinion, so feel free to disagree entirely:

With regards to the video i'm withholding judgment until i've seen the entire thing in context. Ofcourse the one scene they put in the teaser is there to provoke, and i'd say he succeeded. But remember Rammstein's Deutschland video when the one bit that was used as teaser was of the WWII prisoners and loads of people were ready to critique them of being insensitive (at best) (and i'm sure some still do), but in the context of the complete video i would say it was actually a real honest depiction of German history and showed a vital part of that (and even more interesting, it showed that people were inprisoned or killed for various reasons, which is the raw truth, although a truth that Germany has had a difficult time to come to terms with, and Rammstein hit the sore spot).

We know the dreadlock hairdo from photos Till's friend accidently (?) leaked at the time, and that was before the allegations stuff, but in theory it is possible that a video was shot at the time, but that it was reshot more recently to change the narrative (maybe as a reaction to the allegations), and unless we see the whole thing, we don't know the message it wants to convey.

The poem is interesting to me, because, apart from art being open to interpretation, and we don't have (and probably won't get) Till's own comment on what he intended with it. But at some points during the last months i may have had the feeling that Till wasn't bothered or had a 'FU' attitude to what happened. At the very least during the few bits i had seen from his tour (but as you may know, Till's imagery in his solowork is not my thing) he seemed to continue in the same vein as before and possibly provocatively announcing holding after-parties etc; again, it could be interpreted as a FU...

Well the poem, to me, shows that it does bother him, and that it gets to him. Maybe the fact that people again painted slogans somewhere in his neighbourhood recently, still not letting go of the allegations and now he got back to Berlin after the tour and saw it with his own eyes, was the proverbial 'final straw' that prompted him to write the poem... maybe he already made the poem months ago...don't know.

What is interesting to me too, is that the allegations stuff is often attributed to politically speaking 'left-wing' inclined people; and slogans that are used are usually targetted at 'right-wing' others. But we know for a fact that Rammstein as a whole and Till too are, well, officially political, but if we would *have* to 'label' them, it would be decidedly 'left-wing'. I've felt more than once, that actually the phrases used and actions done by the accusers (and their hangers-on) are going to extremes that actually tend to loop back towards the other end of the political spectrum. The accusations without proof, the cancel culture...isn't it really the same as silencing people because of their beliefs or way of life that happens in Right-wing society? If everything in life is a circle, if you go to the extreme left, don't you run the risk of unintentionally becoming extreme right yourself?

The phrase in the poem"Rot wird braun" (Red becomes brown) reminds me a lot of Left-wing (often represented with color red) turning into Right-wing (especially in 1930/1940's Germany the color of Right wing politics)...and although it is just my interpretation, i wouldn't be surprised if Till made that connection too.

Of all of Till's solowork, i appreciate his poetry the most, and this is no exception.

And the poem sparked my interest in the video more than before i read it, so it will be interesting to see the whole 🌺

[reggae-vibes-com]

When Kēvens shared stage with Jackson Five

Anyone who can perform on the same stage just after the Jackson Five, live before a televised audience of several million fans, in Russia and its territories; another 10,000 in a sold-out show can perform just about anywhere on this planet. When Kēvens shared his lens from that unforgettable show, I punched him with this question: "So, you could very well have performed with the Beatles, Elvis Presley, and Tom Jones?" Kēvens did not move a muscle but left me blank with silence for a moment. Then, he broke the silence. "Well, I did receive a standing ovation." "Oh! really!" Kēvens is not the one to blow his own trumpet. In fact, I just remember, it was the trombone he had played in school. But, let's go back to the real deal, over 10 years ago when Kēvens got an invitatation which left him in wonderment. "This invitation would lead me to St. Petersburg in Russia and I was down to do three shows at the Ice Palace.""The news came from a booking agent who assured me the Russians would love me after my sizzling performance with Steven Tyler, the lead singer of Aerosmith, a rock and roll band based in Boston, US." "A lot of people were a bit concerned, based on the strained relationship between America, where I live, and Russia. I thought about it, and finally decided to go, for the good of my music career." "I travelled from Miami to Berlin and then to St. Petersburg. To get into Russia was really tight and this at times had my heart almost in my mouth." Kēvens had hardly settled at the five-star hotel before he began to explore the dynamic architecture which had his lend busy before rehearsals. "As I walked around, it was obvious I was a visitor, but my defined dreadlock hair had them believing I was from Jamaica." Taking nothing for granted, Kevens hired four members who play drums, bass, guitar, and keyboard to back him on stage. He had worked out his choreography for each of the two songs he would perform for the set. Of the three nights the most memorable was the one he shared stage with the Jacksons. "I was walking backstage, and saw who appeared to be the Jacksons, but that didn't seem real until I was told to prepare as I would be performing after the Jacksons. Then I actually bumped into Tito. 'Oh my gosh, you are Tito.' And, the rest of salutations came amid nervousness and fantasy." "I was dressed matrix style which includes a three-piece royal red robe which borders my black custom-built shoes. And, my natural well-groomed locks adding my 'ReggaeEDM', his musical style to my dynamics." The band struck like lightning with more than 10,000 volts of beats. The crowd roared as Kēvens took centre stage belting 'Don't Stand So Close To Me', a cover version released on his first album. "The entire theatre joined my mystic performance and I could see the Jamaican flag in the sold-out show." "I then went into the second song 'Please Don't Leave', adding more fire to the furnace of cheers, ending with a standing ovation". Kēvenswill be releasing his second album 'Call To Balance' with tracks such as 'This is Love', 'Little Boy Blue', 'Save Me', 'Battle for Peace', Sondores Legales', 'Burn Down The Throne', and 'Sweet Lady (Radio Mix). This album will be released about mid-October 2024. Read the full article

[diary-of-a-recovering-party-girl]

Maybe I need some distance from my friends [14- 15.10.2023]

I'm waking up later and later by the day. Yesterday, it was about 12am, I luckily was able to sleep well after the birthday party last night despite my sleep anxiety.

In the evening, I met with Y to go accessory shopping for a party on where they will film scenes for a Netflix series. Of course, I was already stressing about my outfit since I heard about the event. Meeting Y, I always know there will be something fun happening and that is part of why I like her so much. In the store, the store assistant started helping us when she was trying on some hats and basically shamed Y for wanting to buy the cheapest thing possible. "You can just buy china stuff then". She was a cosplayer she told us and my negative stereotypes keep getting confirmed.

Afterwards, we stayed freezing in the subway station while I told her about the story of my crazy ex roommate which I apparently hadn't told her about even though it's an integral part of my recent history and thus, of my personality.

I love that it is autumn now. I feel like the whe city is telling me to calm down, wear pullovers, drink tea and focus on sewing and studying. Berlin is saying to me "It's okay if you're tired, I'm tired too". As much as I love summer, I am happy he left for now, giving me a whole season to proces, relax and recover.

I did a walk in the evening just to appreciate the murky grey sky and the yellow street lights until the sun fully set and it was dark.

After some back and forth, I managed to meet up with M to go to a party in a squatted house and also was looking forward to see G there later.

I keep being surprised I really became friends with M, the first friend since over a year that I didn't meet at a party.

So, we went to the squat, kind of nervous about if we looked "cool" enough, but there was no bouncer, just a low entry fee and then a big room full of grafitti. M turned to me and said in a low voice: "This is punk, right?". Out of nervous it's over getting in I hadn't paid attention to the music until then, but she was right. Everybody around us was wearing black leather or jeans vests, dreadlocks and iros everywhere. This was clearly not a techno party. We creeped inside, suddenly hyperaware of our outfits and the fact that we clearly didn't fit it, squeezed into the last corner at the back of the dance floor (do you even call it dance floor if nobody is dancing) and tried to not attract anybody's attention while making jokes in a low voice to confirm to each other that this was funny and not disappointing. I couldn't really get into the music of the band that was playing but I enjoyed people watching. While observing the punks bumping their fists in the air and headbanging, I wondered what their opinion on a techno party would be.

Outside, M told me about the first weeks in her stay abroad in Belgium. We still talked low when other people were around, scared to say something that would be problematic to the punk crowd, when we suddenly heard a guy next to us say "... down to the techno cellar". M and I stared at each other, we hadn't been wrong about the event then!

As it turned out, the same venue simply hosted two events with two separate entries and we simply hadn't seen the entrance to the cellar. Inside, I instantly felt integrated and at the right place again. The music wasn't too good, especially in the beginning when the dance floor was still basically empty. The atmosphere was completely different; people dancing by themselves with their eyes closed, sporty outfits, awareness team. When the music got a bit better, I really started to feel dancy again, closed my eyes and did so, realizing I hadn't "really" danced like this in 1.5 months. In Portugal, the focus had always in the end been on interacting with the people there.

M and her boyfriend left at 1:30 and right when I went to bring them outside, I received Gs text that she was coming as well. She had been texting me before that she was too tired and in usual Holly-manner I had tried and failed to be understanding and empathetic and not pissed at her for canceling last minute. Now, she was coming after all. She didn't like the music either because it wasn't hardstyle enough for her and she was still tired, despite doing coke. I was happy to see CL again, though, who also came with her boyfriend and other friends of G.

The last hour of the party I spent laying/sitting on a couch with G and removing the bubbles from a water. Random guys sat next to me and started talking to me and I started calculating at what time I have to get home to get enough sleep until the next day.

When we left, G was still a bit disappointed because of the music. We took a bus together and talked about meeting up to do arts and crafts together. Making plans with friends always makes my whole body warm up with excitement.

Then I was home. It was 6am and I was tired. Insomnia. My brain was too tired to form coherent thought, my body was so exhausted I could barely turn around and I couldn't sleep. Sleep anxiety. Telling myself I still have more or less enough time and I can also go to the event tomorrow tired only helped a bit. How can my body have insomnia when it's 6am and I was up all night, how can that even be physically possible?? I deliberately didn't look at the clock but I think I didn't sleep before 8am.

The next day, I woke up correspondingly whacked, still wondering how I can suddenly have such strong insomnia. I continued cleaning my disorganized flat.

Then the messages arrived in the group chat. The protest and people thought about going. C, with whom I wanted to go to the Netflix event later thought to just pass by the protest. My astonishment at her unrealistic time planning mixed with some type of impotent anxiety at the realization that everyone disagrees with me on this topic and everyone disagrees strongly.

Also, the time planning, as always. C was helping Y with her move and I knew they wouldn't be able to meet on time at C's place to get ready, especially when none of them answered when I started asking about it. I ended up calling C, and told them that we needed to meet soon or we wouldn't make it.

Waiting for the bus, I reached my emotional down of the weekend. I read a tiny piece of news, just to confirm my most basic knowledge about the Gaza conflict. I couldn't believe how people I loved and cherished so much could believe so strongly in the opposite of what I believed in. And the conflict itself made me feel a dull terror of what humans could do to each other. I ended up making a donation to a humanitarian organization, just to do something about the sharp pain in my chest, to do something against the suffocating sense of powerlessness. In the bus, I saw many police cars pass us. For sure they were there for the protest.

When I met Y and C, everything was fine again. The beginning of the Netflix party had been postponed by an hour and we just talked about the event, our outfits and the food that we were eating. Getting ready at her place was stressful but happy. We were doing what we always did together again, what we were good at together.

At the event, everything was a lot more relaxed than I had expected by the e-mails they had sent. Without any problems, we got our wristbands and went inside, where we met friends of C and also H. There were a lot less people there than I expected, though and the light was too bright to really feel like an authentic party. But anyways, Netflix filmed it and we danced away. They had an open bar and kept giving out shots. I tried and failed to get drunk. My urge to get drunk had to always fight with my responsible brain that told me it was Sunday, I knew I wasn't feeling my best and I was starting university the next day which ended up in me drinking enough to have a headache the next day but not really feel drunk there. What a waste of alcohol.

I really liked talking to H, he has got to be the most hyperactive and social person I've ever met and I love it. He kept talking to and knowing everyone. Once, he took off his shirt and layed it on a wall for me to sit on because there had been drinks spilled over it. His kindness reminds me of the first time I met M and A.

At the end of the night, Y puked because she took keta while she was already drunk and I held her hair. Then we all went home except for H even though he also has his first week of university tomorrow and he plans to party less but we all know what that means.

C waited with me for my last bus, probably also because her Mdma started kicking in then and we chatted more about my Portugal debouchery.

Despite having a relatively good time, I can't shake the feeling of this political difference being between us. Whenever I read any piece of news about it, my whole body cramps up and I feel a useless, powerless, dull anger. I thought about doing grafitti to voice my opinion because I don't feel safe voicing it any other way. At least not safe of my friendships.

I wondered if I should take some distance from my friends for a while. It feels like since this thing happened, I notice more and more things where I am different from the, things that I never even noticed before. Of course, our friendship is widely based on partying together, and I feel like I wanna do that less at least for the winter season. I feel like none them still really get why I stopped doing drugs. They would never judge me for it but it's another thing that we don't have in common anymore. And their unreliability annoys me just as much as in the beginning.

I wondered if I need a break, a party free beginning of autumn that can also give me time to focus on the things I want to focus on since ages: Parcour, fitness, my art, health. This conflict might be an opportunity to push myself that way.

[imraumegelesen]

Oh, Berlin!

So when I was walking along Mehringdamm tonight, I saw this elderly guy pushing a bicycle down the street. With his blue hat embroidered with blue sequins, dusty jeans, a beard à la Abe Lincoln and a nose like some Russian boxer, he all seemed to consist of random parts just like the movable stall he was transporting with his bike (apparently he makes a living selling crazy sunglasses of all kinds and shapes - sunflowers and guitars, marijuana leaves and peace symbols and so on). 

We happen to take the same tube and no sooner than we get on the same carriage than the random man reveals an abundant and still integral personality by friendly addressing another passenger, a young black guy with a colourful cap on top of his impressive dreadlocks. He fails to start off a conversation in German so he continues - not in a pushy way, however - in fluent English, trying to approach the soul of his interlocutor with an open glance of his bright eyes. In the end the both can have a nice little friendly chat about their experiences with a range of African countries as well as some specific African dialects. For a farewell they exchange their first names and a handshake.

And in such moments I ask myself thousands of questions, among others: oh Berlin, how could I ever abandon you?

[andreas-maria-kahn]

The secretary/ Bavaria about 2004. First fine art pics with my Canon Ixus 400 camera.

[vegansunlover]

pewwww pre first lockdown cocktails in berlin last year 🥲

[danieljosephbour]

Photo by Daniel Joseph Bour

[kvatek]

Kapital f/w 2018… Berlin

[rikykiwy]

Dreadlocks

[sinnsucht]

Endstation Kennst du das? Du hast dich Stunden- gefühlte Wochen- an den Bahnsteig gesetzt und gewartet, dass der Zug Richtung Sicherer Hafen sich blicken lässt. Du hast geduldig nachgespürt wie dein Blick einfriert, immer nach herzwärts links gekehrt, deinen Gedanken längere Wege gewährt als deine Füße dich jemals tragen werden. Der Zug hat dich ja schon öfter mitgenommen. Kennst die warmen Polster, hast am Fenster bei berauschend vorbeiziehenden Bildern neue Eindrücke gewonnen. Doch hast du das letzte Mal ein falsches Ticket gezogen, erinnerst du dich beschämt. Vielleicht hast du das Frieren verdient. Eventuell hat er deshalb seine Fahrt frühzeitig beendet... denkst du gelähmt und fragst dich, ob du zu viel Zeit für Sicherheit verschwendest?! Ziehst den durchlöcherten Mantel der Hoffnung aus und den Mutigen an, trottest mit wackligen Beinen und zitternden Leib die steinigen Treppen in unbekannte Zukunft hinauf ohne zu wissen, was diese wohl so kann. Und während du versuchst den Steig hinter dir zu lassen und per Anhalter Richtung Neue Ufer zu rasen- siehst du ihn im Augenwinkel dann doch noch einfahren- den altbekannten Sicheren Hafen. Kennst du das?

[roastedandbaked]

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[swindle3m]

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[gattotribe-dreads]

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