shameless sunday evening

if you’re on mood, you can find a good party in london (i’m sorry – east london) at any time. even on the holy sunday evening. and so we did. we went to ponystep party in ‘hoxton square bar&kitchen’. we weren’t on the guestlist (it was friends-only party) but who cares, we did few tricks and got in.

people were just losing their minds inside. and no one cared who was playing, cause that mr. somebody was playing good. no complaints and no regrets. dj cult is damn far away from east london. it’s all about party people.

igne loves the idea of being totally relaxed in london.

inga did a small research on what are these people on the whole, and what trend do they populiarize. this will be on pravda.

and now going on and meeting loads of individualities.

some crazy blonds too

…sweaty fancy guys…

naked butts here are almost as usual as peeking strings from trousers in lithuania.

parties without this kind of miss magdalenas aren’t of real value.

we finished at 2 am as monday morning was inevitably coming. as far as we know the next ponystep is about to be held a month later. anybody wanna join?

the best models of the night will be featured in www.plus370.com and print pravda very very soon.

before the party we did some mistake while going to portabelo market, as on sunday it is closed. just few freaky ladies and gents selling their own stuff.

and some hippies selling vegan coffee, xixi.

you better visit hyde park on sundays when they have this tradition of speakers’s corner where every freak can come and talk. usually they talk nonsenses. for example, like this guy jabbers about penis.

or this anarchist giving free hugs. yak, no way. no touches, please.

… or this slobbered himself chef or doctor (who cares – nobody was listening to him)…

we better laid down on grass in a shade and listened to the rehearsal of THE PLICE who were playing that night in hyde park. it was their last concert. no more police.

miss ya.