The Bunny of our dreams. You have heard of him, and the stories make you want to be part of his life… or at least at the same party. Well this may be the closest you’ll get to his party: a snack about how the fuck he ended up as the legendary Blue Bunny.
Written by: Amanda Sandström Beijer
We enter his apartment and it is big. His bedroom is the size of my entire apartment, but with less stuff. It is spacious, but you can tell there is an artist living there. His own art hangs on the walls: a series he photographed of gay and lesbian performers holding the pink triangle symbol from the Holocaust, a reference to history protesting ongoing violent homophobia (www.lovegaypeople.com). The toilet seat is glittery, there is a disco ball outside his door and the wardrobe is filled with glamorous bunny suits in different styles, sewn by hand by the Bunny himself.
“When I first moved to Berlin seven years ago, I had never been here before and I looked down from the plane at the TV tower and I thought, ‘What the hell is a giant mosque doing in the middle of the city?’ That’s how much I knew about Berlin.”