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.

 Me

 Applying a mask

 Berlin & Ikea

The Bird And The Bee "Again and Again" from Miky Wolf on Vimeo.

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.

Another Filler

It takes more than physical movements (bones, muscles, nerves, neurons, atoms, ...) to arrive at specific points in life.
The past few months have been long.

Here are some photographs to keep this white blank page entertained.
I went to Vienna in October. It's nearly Christmas now, which is somehow very relevant in the occident world.

 Johanna's hair, sunlight and self-made ear jewelry.

Altered Vienna 

 

Intermission

The seasons have changed almost too smoothly. Too many other things have changed not very smoothly at all.
It took me several long minutes to write that sentence, because it seems almost comical to stuff everything that has happened in 20 words.

Nevertheless everything carries on. Drinking coffee every morning, getting up every day, etcetera.

A First

Today was such a nice day! We were only in town so I could open a new bank account, but we bumped into lots of smiling faces along the way. Our happy mood melted with theirs and by the time we were finished the corners of my lips were effortlessly connected with my earlobes (metaphorically).

 I feel hugely vain and self-centered posting pictures of myself. I suppose I will have to get over that feeling as soon as possible in order to show off more tactfully.
This is one of those outfit posts. I am giving it a try.
I delved into the depths of our cellar a few days ago and discovered this forgotten leather rucksack. It's so 'cute'. Honestly cannot think of a a more serious word to describe it.

Jeffrey Campbell Taupe Suede Litas via Solestruck

Jeans shirt and trousers H&M

So last night I couldn't sleep, thus I ended up reading a lot of articles on the internet, mainly via Vice. A lot of the tone of their stuff frustrates me (i.e. the complete overuse of irony, merging into arrogance), but quite often proves entertaining.
One article was about something called ASMR. If you don't know what it is, you will want to know.
It was fascinating, go and read it too.

Bringing Hate Back Into German Politics is also a good one.

The Maccabees are coming to Frankfurt! So you should watch this live performance of a gorgeous song I fell in love with when I was about 13.

End of Summer

I think the title is wishful thinking, but one can hope that it will end soon. I must admit I don't mind sunglasses, ice cream and not going to school, but I do thoroughly oppose smelly public transport, shaving my legs perfectly every day and overenthusiastic adolescents at every corner.
Although overenthusiastic people are usually likeable in their own way, trams and buses full of seventeen year old boys smothered in puberty aren't always enjoyable.

I spent the past few weeks mostly drinking cold coffee, watching 8 out of 10 Cats and Nevermind the Buzzcocks, feeling hot and somehow contemplating life an awful lot as well as enjoying it.

This has become one of our favourite places to drink coffee in Frankfurt. Located directly next to where I work (Iimori), Magarete has the most relaxed and comfortable atmosphere and seemingly immaculate interior design (except that one bulb isn't working in the picture above-find it!). Can't wait to eat here soon.

A friendly waiter took our picture. Unfortunately my expression was in the middle of changing when he hit the button, so please do admire the crowns of our heads in black and white.

Mozzarella for our pizza.

Behold this delicious discus!

Annika has assured me she's never worn these fabulous leg accessories out.

The final product of the Deadly Sins project.

There's less than 7 days left of freedom and although there is a lot to dread in the coming year, hopefully it will be a good final year at school. When you don't think too much about the future and worry about fulfilling something unknown, life can be quite exciting.

This cover is lovely and almost as good as the original.

There Goes the Fear

I cannot believe it's been almost two weeks since I came back from England. I miss it, so here are a few more photos from those perfect weeks.

Covent Garden

42°Raw - I had a blueberry and basil smoothie. 

Covent Garden II

 Hotel room, Charing Cross

Woops

My grandparents with the Queen and Prince Charles. Smiles all around.

When I'm 81, I want to have a place like this too.

 They were exactly this colour.

One of my mum's friends I met in London described the feeling of hearing a piece of music that practically has the capacity to tear your heart out and showed me this song.