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editor / journalist / photographer / architect / trespasser of abandoned spaces / culinary genius / paul auster / jasper fforde / nikon / thekooples / surface to air / dries van noten / six scents / david bowie / goldroom / erlend oye / vin rouge / mega loads of delicious coffee / ...

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+ Anticipatory Brunch

+ Anticipatory Brunch

I wake to the sound of air, getting thin in flight; And the intangible blur, where shadow kisses light; Hear, withering skies, do you? The fallings of my vagabond dream, and morning dew. It’s an institution, therefore capitalised: Brunch. It’s sacred and holy, marking the boundaries between the nightmarish business week spent smiling at imbeciles,...
+ Notes on Autumn

+ Notes on Autumn

“…Dinginess, insanity, immensity, and use Are the lozenge projected from the square of these views.” – Edwin Denby Where does morning coffee take you? Not breakfast coffee nor brunch coffee. I mean Morning Coffee with the sun still low on the horizon. You’ve left the warmth of slumber and the first breeze of your day...
+ Saturday on Mulackstraße

+ Saturday on Mulackstraße

“What do people wear in Berlin on the weekends?” – I was asked. I couldn’t formulate a response so instead I took my camera to popular Mulackstraße to find the street hosting a lively party. Of course the fashionables (mostly Mitte Hipsters) come for a look about and here are the takings:
+ LMBRJK SADL STOOL

+ LMBRJK SADL STOOL

“Berlin, twenty stools, three days, an opening party, it’s going to be SWEEEEEEEEEET,” promised architect-turned-designer Jon Kleinhample, last we ever so sluggishly spoke, slumped down into a brown leather sofa. Several glasses of Slovenian wine with an old friend and design colleague of ten years will have this effect. I was passing through from Berlin...
+ Clément, Palais de Tokyo

+ Clément, Palais de Tokyo

Mesdames et Messieurs, je te présente Clément. He is the bartend at Le Palais de Tokyo Monsieur Bleu restaurant, which sits almost as an art piece in itself at the end of the gallery. In a contemporary world promoting minimalism and austerity, gold, marble, green leather and velvet would put one off as ostentatiously vulgar....
+ Rue Jean-Pierre Timbaud

+ Rue Jean-Pierre Timbaud

She was scrutinizing the freshly baked baguettes sticking out of my bag just outside Cannibal Cafe. I was scrutinizing her incredible leather top. Hours later – after an injection of champagne and thus a smidgen of courage – I, by happenstance, crossed paths with this young lady and managed to stammer out in French (for...
+ Summer Prints

+ Summer Prints

These young ladies are on the move through Paris, enjoying the summer with intricate prints.
+ Faces of Paris

+ Faces of Paris

Cat eyes peer out from a metro collage, Clément – bartend at Palais de Tokyo – serves up the classiest of cocktails and champagne, and Parc de Belleville is dotted with picnics. The one I share with Berlin-based artist Scott Elliott and fashionable friend Stephanie Eisenkolb is a classic – baguettes, fromage, champagne, et fraises....
+ VOIX: TIND

+ VOIX: TIND

With Nileta Kotsikou of [imatioθíki], we take a drive for a studio visit of father and son team TIND – silkscreen extraordinaire. Their description makes sense the longer one spends in their studio. Machines and lighting systems are custom constructed, recreated da Vinci inventions pepper the space, a metal ferrule of a former paint brush...
+ MBFW SS2014: Hien Le

+ MBFW SS2014: Hien Le

After a tempestuous night of precipitation plus a few drinks at Interview Mag’s party, the Berlin sky is blue and clear marking the start of MBFW Berlin Spring / Summer 2014 Collections. First up is Hien-Le. Spring leaves, dragonflies, and pastels comprise the majority of the motif – pristine and correct. But to what extent...
+ Fashion Hacking Sunday

+ Fashion Hacking Sunday

In a rooftop atelier at the ‘far end of the world,’ Mieze Schmuckermeier – Berlin based founder of Fashion-Hackers – hands me a foamy coffee to offset the soggy weather. A silver-studded baseball cap tops off the black of Mieze’s Cleopatra-styled hair, cut to the chin, and I realise she’s dressed to work. I am...
+ An Introspective Letter From Lykavittos

+ An Introspective Letter From Lykavittos

Dear Friend, I undo the metal clasp of my rucksack and pull out a wad of paper. I spy the waiter bringing my second glass of ruby red just in time as I finish the first. He’s quite a skilled waiter; he keeps me from waiting. The aged whiteness of ancient Parthenon taints yellow and...