I woke up this morning and my vacuum was full. My mother asked me on Skype which party I would have voted for, had I the right to vote in Germany, which I don’t, being Austrian. I’m not sure if I’m going to vote in Austria next week, [more]
Yesterday the unavoidable happened. I had no chance of contributing to this precious blog and this for the first time since we all started sharing our thoughts, impressions and ideas with you. Yes I feel a little bad about that but given the fact the my non connectivity [more]
The film Diana, just opened in London and super-panned, is directed by Oliver Hirschbiegel. The Evening Standard review pointed out Hirschbiegel is best known for Downfall, about the last 12 days of Hitler’s life, and went on to say in its leaden way this was possibly as sound [more]
all i can say is: there is worse, trust me on that. or at least: there is always something far more absurd to come. actually quite soon. to be precise: already next sunday. where? in austria of course. i am convinced having the austrian elections one week from [more]
My friends Ludovica and Nicola had a wedding party in Roma a week later the wedding, in a new place called THE APARTMENT, in San Lorenzo. They did it in order to have the chance to invite all their friends that couldn’t partipate at the wedding on the [more]
eish, I am late for gister but early for today.
Weird experience; I was in my old hood and had no place to call home, felt like a stranger in my own city,
Yeoville Johannesburg
Tage Wie Diese / Days like these is a song by the band Die Toten Hosen. The album was called Ballast of the Republic. The music is written by Andreas von Holst the lyrics by singer Campino in collaboration with actress Birgit Minichmayr. Die Toten Hosen didn’t [more]
And what a night it was. Pankaj came over to meet me at Pariser Platz. He was in town to see his old friend Hal Hartley who had just left Berlin because he took up a teaching job which he was forced to take up because nobody will [more]
There are those moments where it all seems to go wrong. It starts by missing the metro for example. That was the beginning of my circle of non-functioning. Then, after I had missed the S-Bahn by seconds, the other trains were cancelled for some reason. Later on the [more]
Last night I met Niklas. He is one of the founders of #60pages. We didn’t hear from him for a long time but he is such a charming and winning person. He is full of stories. His two main topics are cars (and he is an expert in [more]
Austria is pretty weird. You probably guessed that hearing about the scary kidnapping of Natascha Kampusch or -even worse- the years of torture Josef Fritzl put his daughters through. Writing these lines and names I just realize, “weird” is not the right term to get across the dark [more]
Was für ein schöner Tag. Sonnenstrahlen nach dem Dauerregen am Vorabend. Drei Frauen stehen vor mir und singen, während links und rechts zwei Gitarristen monoton spielen. Ich höre und schaue, ich vergesse das Schauen und bestaune das Hören. Gitarren und Frauenstimmen entfalten inmitten des Klangs eine wunderbare Getragenheit, [more]
I haven’t followed the German election too closely, except for the rise of the somehow very strange “Alternative für Deutschland” as Mr. Lucke is a well-known economic professor who also writes for an economic blog I am in charge of. Still, I was surprised to find Berlin, at [more]
MoL recipe two (Tuesday’s supper): Bacalhoada (Portuguese Salt Cod Stew) MoL suggests no quantities, other than generosity with all ingredients. Salt cod (soaked 36-48 hours prior to cooking, kept in fridge with frequent changes of water); much olive oil; two or more onions; waxy potatoes; hard boiled eggs; [more]
Last night was one of these nice little LA surprise nights. You never know what happens. Suddenly at the party Rufus Wainwright sat down in the living room and sang like a nightingale. We did not see him the whole evening and felt a little stupid since we did [more]
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In the 2010 World Cup, Jérôme Boateng played for Germany against his brother, Kevin-Prince Boateng who played for Ghana. Germany won the game 1–0. Today Jérôme played for Bayern München, Kevin-Prince for Schalke 04. Bayern 4––Schalke 0
We finally got to see Christopher’s tower in Lichtenberg (it’s not Christopher’s alone). Everybody who went up was behaving similarly, approaching the abyss frightened and lured. And if you ever wondered who we actually are, check out the growing number of people in our picks section.
And that not only when it comes to photography.
The marriage on the island was last weekend, but Ludovica & Nicola celebrations are not over, yet: tonight there’s the party in Rome, open to all those who weren’t able to reach the Ponza. This means Open bar, I guess. Which is even a little scary, nowadays, for [more]
Yesterday after the show I was sitting in the cantina and there was this amazing director Rene Pollesch with sexy Martin Wuttke and the beautiful Birgit Minichmayer. They talked about their work and the new show, called Cavalcade or Being a Holy Motor. They are rehearsing at the [more]
The guys at Passport Control always have some joke for me when I tell them I studied architecture. This time, it was about Seinfeld.
Yes, it sounds like Joseph Conrad, and yes, this is what Lichtenberg still is for many people: The horror, the horror. Heart of darkness. This is why we went there. Because we dare. Because we boldly challenge old assumptions. Because we had Monkey 47 and Thomas Henry with [more]
MoL cookbook: recipe one. “Montalbano speaking. I am eating broccoli pasta. Who the hell is disturbing me?” Italian maccheroni, or any spiral or shell pasta (MoL doesn’t believe in weighing anything), broccoli, handful of raisins and pine nuts, a couple of anchovy fillets in olive oil, pinch of [more]
“Thomas Schütte sagt, relax, Revolution ist keine Option. Ist das hier die Ausstellung zur Wahl?” (Georg Diez) Ich war dabei, hier die Qual der Wahl:
52.530753,13.491758 Join us at the tower. We’ll have Gin Tonics (Monkey 47 Gin) and biscuits and a chef from Pakistan prepares some food and we have a drone as described in Christopher Roth’s second last pick. From 4:30 to 7:30pm. You can either get there from Hertzbergstraße, Entrance [more]
Last night I saw Kiernan Shipka aka Sally Draper, daughter of Don and Betty Draper. She arrived in a silver Honda, not a fancy car. Maybe her dad drove her, I don’t know. She put out her little legs and feet and then there was Kiernan in heels [more]
It was, in a way, day one. This is where it happened. So we went. To see and understand. Alexanderplatz, the place where the young Jonny K. was beaten to death, the place where the GDR had ice cream, the place where there used to be the gate, [more]
Every choice we make triggers an action which in turn triggers a reaction which ultimately leaves a lasting impression.
MoL, a keen watcher of football post-match interviews, notes the following set rules: contempt for the press; stupidity of the questions; tight-lipped unwillingness to say anything of interest; lack of graciousness; the rule that no player can big himself up at the expense of the team. Post-match interviewees [more]
Until last year I barely knew my doctor. Since I turned forty I have an equipe of people working for me: I see a therapist, a homeopath, an osteopath, a gastroenterologist… I feel like I am Madonna.
Anne/Los Angeles 7am Mavie, Wilma/Vienna 5pm Enrico/New Delhi 8:30pm Georg, Christopher/Berlin 5pm David/Zurich 5pm Armen/Berlin 5pm language: Mid-Atlantic & German (Swiss, Austrian and South German) biggest time zone difference: California and Delhi Anne just got up. Enrico was already smoking. Mavie didn’t see us. Only audio. A dog [more]
Join us at the tower. We’ll have Gin Tonics (Monkey 47 Gin) and biscuits and a chef from Pakistan prepares some food and we have a drone as described in Christopher Roth’s second last pick. From 4:30 to 7:30pm. You can either get there from Hertzbergstraße, Entrance Industriepark/ [more]
#vfno went on hiatus in New York, but was apparently going strong in Paris. Hasn’t anyone written a more excoriating critique of it?