Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Indian Rose (Breezy Mombay)

Indian Rose- breezy mombay, from the Doing Girls series, acrylic on canvas, 40 x 50 cm, 2009

The Mombay Breezer:
 mandarin vodka, 
freshly squeezed orange juice, 
lychee puree, cranberry juice and a splash of lime. 

Recalling xy hotel in Bombay late 80's,  being in a room in the red light district, hot, no windows but a fan and moaning female voices behind thin woodenwalls, being sick of hepatitis, crawling in an out of bed to puke, while listening to the squeakophony of hundred of thousands of rats. every night after sunset they would start their concert; pretty eery.

At that time there was diplomat whisky, that's it. it tasted like distilled car tires, bad, but it worked for a while till hep...
definitely need a drink after that.

1 comment:

The Courteous Misanthrope said...

It's an unusually strong statement, I'm not sure what to think of it.