to Track Them Down', She Bragged.
Monday 24 July, 2000
Now, *this* is how I imagined Berlin's Mitte would be. I'm standing in my internet friend Evamaria's flat. The flat is light and airy, and you can see the TV Tower from the window. There are girls in white dresses standing elegantly around, and a boy with square glasses is talking on the phone. A Mac powerbook lies closed on the table.
Another girl with mad blonde spiky hair is standing in the kitchen as I chat to Evamaria. She's wearing a fantastic outfit: white with black text and images printed on it. 'That's a wonderful outfit!' I say.
'It's screenprinted', smiles the blonde girl. We're doing a photoshoot today so we made these out of articles that have been written about us.'
I look at the dress again. Where the dress sits on her tummy there are caricatures of girls in a Japanese Manga style, identical to those illustrating Piers Morgan's article on the Chicks on Speed in The Face.
'NO fucking way. It
But I do say it. 'And you are.....' It's only half a question. And then she and I answer it at the same time.
Evamaria, it transpires, shares a flat with one of the Chicks on Speed. I pass out.
(note: if you'd like to read the interview that AMP did with the Chicks as a result of this meeting, check out the new print zine!)