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A Gallery of Porridge Party People

Mostly we chill, but we do spill out into the night on occasion.

Coincidentally, this healthy protein is supplied by the beautiful resident witch.
The first time I met Pawel and arrived, grumpily, at dep.artment
Bernt immediately posed me in front of the giant circle
A random reunion with a friend from the past, upon the day of her book release
It was a good reunion
Reading up on the late Ole Sjølie in his apartment, in front of the fire
Pawel and Constance talking Big Art (or gossip, idk)
Kitchen crowd one cold morning
First time meeting Darius, and I forced him to stop so I could get a better look at that awesome coat
Dariusz’s jewelry exhibit
Christmastime with beauties
Elisa at an exhibit that went all sciency-above our heads
Catherine making rhubarb porridge
While I made pumpkin fritters!
Trying to make it look natural
Erik never looks this jolly
I have converted Pontus into a regular attendee 🙂
Cute dark souls
Scientists’ corner
Help. Me.
Dancing around the clock at KÖSK Gallery
All species welcome!
Off-the-wall at KÖSK
Some of us are really good at standing still for photos
The quietest canine
After breakfast things get serious. We WERK.
Bringing my son to join in the fun
And when will YOU get your tattoo, young man?
A blast by EL MAOUT in Tøyen