I went to Berlin and I… met up with some good old friends from the U.S., Finland and Sweden, made some new ones on the way, bought a Boris Bidjan Saberi cardigan which I wore pretty much all the time, pre-partied at a hotel that smelled like pickles, went to a cold wave night at the King Kong club, saw some weird art exhibitions, mingled at the opening party of Darklands 3.0, got lost in the metro, discovered Beck’s Green Lemon beer, attended the Berlin festival and experienced the most amazing performance by Fever Ray, went to Berghain at 4am in the morning, danced all night, took plenty of cheap cab rides, sent a gazillion text messages, missed every single breakfast at our hotel, ate the best veggie currywurst and burger yet at Yellow Sunshine, had a classy dinner with 20 people dressed in black (and it was not even anyone’s funeral), got into bar Tausend with an extremely strict door policy only to leave after 5 minutes realizing it was not our scene, bought a cool silver ring that looks like a space ship at an open air market, saw Willem Dafoe at the Tegel airport, had good pizza in Riga during our stop over, and finally got back home extremely tired to the rainy and cold Finland. Man, I wish I was still in Berlin.
12th picture by Richard Söderberg
Flux. 