Showing posts with label Lederhosen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lederhosen. Show all posts

19.9.07

Wanted: Men in Lederhosen

My own Germany and I leave for vacation. Decided last night. Yihaa!

But then I discover that we go during the Octoberfeste in Munich. The Octoberfeste. I have heard so much about it. Saw all these pictures. Men in lederhosen. Very. Very. Very.

I have made it my personal mission in this country to put that man on picture. It 'll be my proof to other cultures that he does exist. The German in lederhosen.

Damn! This is a difficult decision... Cause what if this is my one and only change to see men in lederhosen?! Then I need to wait another year?!

Pleeeeeease, can anyone tell me where else in Germany I can find them? Men in lederhosen?

Alice

PS: Noooo... don't send any pictures from yourself!

11.9.07

Italian Germans

This one's for the ladies. The ones that like shopping.

I discover this real great German designer. Pay a fortune on a new outfit. And read then on the website they find themselves "Italian".

Can you imagine? You're German. Trustworthy. Solid. A rock. And then you present yourself as a fast Italian. Loud. Macho. And Not trustworthy.

It is not that I don't like machos. I only don't understand why you would be a German rock presenting yourself as a macho Italian.

Maybe it does have to do with the lederhosen. And the beer. Maybe a designer does not want to link to anything German. Lederhosen for people with a beer belly. Maybe you prefer to have that macho image. Loud. And fast. Even when designing for women.

Well...I also present myself as a dark-haired beauty with more than a handfull.

Maybe I am.
Maybe I am not.

Alice

PS for the ladies: The Italian German designer can be found at http://www.marccain.com/

23.8.07

What does a German look like?

They wear lederhosen. And drink beer. They eat bratwurst and sing German schlager music. No. You could definitly not say I have been searching for it. Even in my wildest fantasy, a German was not on the list.

And here I am now. Not just on a vacation in the country. But moving everything I have to the very green heart of Germany. Living together with a German. I am even supposed to speak the language know.

You can not imagine how happy I felt discovering there were no lederhosen in the closet.