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Koffein macht kreativ: Josh Hara macht aus Kaffeebechern kleine Meisterwerke

Donnerstag, 04. Januar 2018

Wahrscheinlich ist es Euch meistens so richtig schön egal, was auf Eurem Kaffeebecher zu sehen ist. Vielmehr zählt doch, was drin ist und Eure Augen davor rettet, dass sie einfach wieder zuklappen.

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Wer weiß, vielleicht stellt sich das ja jemand in die Eiche Rustikal Schrankwand und erfreut sich ein ganzes Leben daran.

some of us drop our leaves a little faster than others #dontjudge

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#OneTimeInNOLA I sat on a cushion on the floor and watched the most perfectly authentic jazz performance of my life. Because Jazz has been an essential ingredient of my late-night soundtrack for decades, I knew my trip to New Orleans wouldn’t be complete without a live jazz performance. Asking around, I heard that Preservation Hall was the place to go. I arrived early for the 10 p.m. show on a foggy Friday night, having heard a max of 90 people are allowed. While in line, I learned that Preservation Hall meant business. No food or drink were available inside (although you could bring in one drink—it’s New Orleans after all), and there were no photos, recording, or cellphone use. When I entered, I understood why. The place was like stepping back in time, but not to a theme-park-like imitation. It was as authentic as it was simple—a few instruments and some wooden chairs for the band members that could have been borrowed from a front porch nearby. The band members were dressed in hats, dark suits, and ties, and their drums, sousaphone, trombone, trumpet, and saxophones joined together to bring the room to a state that, for an hour, felt something like world peace. Seemingly prompted by audience enthusiasm, the band members spontaneously called out songs that allowed us to become part of the show. We were in it together. We sang the chorus “Down in New Orleans;” we were the saints who came marching in; our grandmas were sittin’ by the fire in Iko Iko; and we joined in a goosebump-inducing rendition of “What a Wonderful World” led by band’s leader, Daniel “Weenie” Farrow. People rocked their heads, tapped their feet, and had smiles plastered across their faces (with the exception of one guy sitting against the wall who was very close to either falling asleep or passing out right into the piano). But the person who seemed to be having the most fun was the woman who worked there. Just through the doorway to the left of the band, she sang, swayed, twirled, and clapped her hands, dancing like someone who just felt lucky to be a part of it all. I understood it exactly, because I felt that lucky too. Created in partnership with @visitneworleans

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#OneTimeInNOLA I sat at the most incredible bar. Like, ever. New Orleans is abundant with unique places of all kinds but, when it comes to places to sit and drink, none is more unique than the Carousel Bar in the Hotel Monteleone on Royal Street. Now, let me make one thing perfectly clear. This isn’t a “carousel-themed” bar—it’s an actual, functioning carousel that moves 25 patrons around a piece of solid wood, gently orbiting the bartenders and the stationary bar behind them. Although this probably sounds fairly nauseating to the uninitiated, it’s nearly undetectable at a glance. “How do you get in there?” I asked one of them. “Up and over,” he explained. It’s all in a day’s work. And so is keeping track of which patron ordered what drink (your tab is in front of you for that reason). Adorned with lights, clowns, and paintings of exotic animals, this elegant spot is emblematic of the circus-like atmosphere often experienced on the streets of the French Quarter. But the thing that makes this place truly special? The people you meet along the ride. I met vacationers and business trippers, townies and transplants. The highlight being a sassy Louisiana mom named Sharon, who had just made the trek across Lake Pontchartrain (the world’s longest over-water bridge she told me), landing in the seat next to me. With her sunglasses perched atop her meticulously-styled silver hair, Sharon was in the city to celebrate her daughter’s 40th birthday. When I asked Sharon long she’d lived in the area, she replied with a grin, “always and forever,” then proceeded to list all of the places I absolutely had to visit before I left. And when I stood up to leave, Sharon rose from her seat, grasped my hands, and earnestly said “thank you for visiting our city. Now go have a great time.” This is New Orleans. Created in partnership with @VisitNewOrleans

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Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!

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Lonely Starbucks lovers 4eva #taytay #alldayday

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stay balanced you guys

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