Silver and Gold and Feet and Hips

In German one uses the verb 'feiern' (to celebrate something) when referring to 'clubbing'. This in itself, is a mysterium I have pondered occasionally by myself. Imagine saying in english: 'You going out celebrating tonight?' when in actual fact you mean: 'You going to intoxicate yourself and dance for hours to mediocre music dodging perverse lonely unsatisfied men tonight?'
I've always thought 'going out clubbing' or 'going out for a night in the town' sounds vaguely off and the German language has found a decent way of avoiding this terminological problem by simply implying that on these seemingly endless Friday and Saturday nights, one goes out to celebrate something lovely, perhaps even your existence on this spinning globe. It seems so paradoxical and absurd, because I know many individuals who in actual fact want o forget what happens during the hours where the sun is up and consign their ever present feeling of depersonalisation to oblivion by becoming one of the many silhouettes in a dark and crowded room with flashy lights and loud rhythms. Of course that's just a conclusion I have drawn from my ongoing observations.
Conversely, it is of course possible to enjoy yourself dancing and forgetting, but I increasingly have the impression it is an excuse for people to try not to try to be cool, minimalistic hip thrusts and exaggerated arm extensions and alcohol consumption.
If only there had been good music last night, because I definitely was not feeling the electronic remixes of 90's Hip Hop.

A small insight into my views on adolescent topics. I could say so much but I'm saving that for when the disconnected thoughts in my head can form to firm opinions.

 This building really took my fancy.

Junk shop find. Old Fujifilm Instax.


 Applying a mask

 Berlin & Ikea


Jürgen Drews

So basically Annika and I decided to go to Berlin over New Years. We slept in this flat bordering on Kreuzberg, inhabited by fashion student and journalist Paul who should become a poster boy for 'Berlin-Hipster' with his MacBook and impeccable beard. Record players and stacks of independent magazines surrounded us. Beautiful Kate Moss graced the kitchen from above. Personally, my favourite item was Paul's tote bag which boasted a black triangle (oh the irony is almost painful). Paul was barely even there, instead whizzing about socialising with his stylist friends, so and we had his minimistically decorated space all to ourselves.

Three songs: Bloc Party, Kreuzberg, The Cribs, City of Bugs and REM, ÜBerlin .


We spent most of our time drinking coffee (Liebling was my favourite place) and walking around admiring the finely dressed specimen parading the grey streets. On New Years Eve we went to this amazing place called Rosi's. We walked straight past when we were looking for it because from the outside it looked like a disused prison/building site. Upon entering though, tasteful music kissed our ears and we were treated to free sect and doughnuts. We kind of missed exactly 00:00 because we were busy chatting in beautiful vintage sofas, more than happy that we had picked the right pace to come. 
Also, we may or may not have made more than one visit to The Sixties American Diner.
I can't wait to go to in the summer. 

We also took heaps of pics with disposable cameras which will surely find their way here soon.