It poured with rain in Berlin today. It was an odd feeling. So used to sunny skies, I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have the weather appropriate your mood. It was a pathetic fallacy, if ever there was one. I don’t often find myself in what I would consider to be the centre… Read More October rain: escaping the city
‘The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. The ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles.’ – On the Road, Jack Kerouac I… Read More Strangers and Serendipity
Poverty exploited by the Privileged: how Berlin Fashion Week revealed the industry’s dark side The 3rd – 7th July of this year saw Berlin’s annual Fashion Week take to the streets. Vogue voiced how ‘logomania and streetwear were alive and well’, and how ‘wild prints’ and effortless ensembles were ‘perfectly complemented by Berlin’s eclectic architecture.’1… Read More ‘Put Me Back Together Again’: Florian Schulze’s Homeless Aesthetic
‘My area of work is very empowering to individuals in any situation. We get to be in control of our image, our schedule, our bodies.’ Upon first meeting Sarah, I never would have guessed that she was a sex-worker. In our rather conservative society, it is not every day that subjects such as this even come… Read More ‘My work is my art’: Breaking the taboo on sex-work
I’d love to see what would happen if all mobile phones went dead. I’m sat in a cafe contemplating this as I observe an awkward scene. People watching is one of life’s virtues, especially when hidden behind a laptop screen. One quickly learns the strategies. Leaning over and craning your neck to eavesdrop in conversation… Read More Will We Ever Switch Them off?
I was walking in the vast forestland of Grunewald the other day, accompanied by someone who grew up in East Germany in the days of DDR. She spoke of how she was taught Russian in school but has now forgotten most of what she learnt. After losing the ability to remember her Russian education, she… Read More Germany & the Anxiety of Remembrance
‘Ich hätte gern die Rechnung’, I asked, shakily. The girl behind the counter giggled. ‘You’ve just asked me for whipped cream,’ she said, ‘but I suppose you’d like to pay.’ Before insulting the German public with my lack of linguistic skill, the first phrase I decided to learn prior to my trip to Berlin was ‘Ich… Read More Lost in Translation: my grapple with the German Language