Magaluf Is a Paradise
Once upon a time, before people, Majorca was just an island. It was a paradise adorned with golden sandy beaches and placid beasts who roamed around thinking: “My word, isn’t this a wonderful and quiet place? Mostly quiet. It’s a very quiet place.”
And then people came along—mostly people from the UK, Ireland, Germany, and Scandinavia, invited by the native Spaniards—and provided human traffic for thousands of nightclubs and bars. And in these nightclubs and bars, they danced and binge drank, and then that spilled over onto the beaches, and that’s when people started puking and pissing on the animals, and fucking in front of them.
And eventually the people became the animals. And we present this photo blog to you as evidence of that.
GOTH DAY AT DISNEYLAND
Last weekend, I went to the 12th annual “Bats Day in the Fun Park.” Though you would never guess it from the name, it’s a day where hundreds of goths head to Disneyland California for a day of image-subverting fun. (Seriously, who the fuck decided to call it that? What does that mean?)
The main event of the day is a group photo taken outside Cinderella’s castle. This is everyone hustling into position for it. The guy in the purple didn’t look like he was giving up his spot for anybody.
And this is the photo being taken. Say an edgy alternative to “cheeeeese!”—like “bloooooody!”, or maybe “I always identified with Ursula more than Arieeeeeel!”
I couldn’t get far back enough to get a shot of everyone, but this should give you an idea of how many people were there. I’d estimate the number of goths present to be: a shitload.
These aren’t sold on-site, you have to order them online, so here’s a thing I’ve learned: Goths are very organized.
This girl can have no idea what is going on. Do you think she looks at Donald and Micky and thinks they’ve just dressed up for Disneyland as well?