Wipe out the Noise

When looking up Leake Street on a map, the area between Lambeth and Waterloo looks like your regular South London neighbourhood. What the map doesn’t fully tell you is that firstly, it’s actually a tunnel, and secondly, Leake Street is the biggest authorised graffiti space in London. Hosting regular exhibitions and a constant change of scenery (anyone with a slight idea of how to spray is welcome) and a rather random car wash, it can be a very colourful and dark source of inspiration.

The tunnel is also called Banksy Tunnel as it was found by the man himself in 2008 after a festival. Don’t you think it’s fascinating how street art transforms an area and coins the otherwise rather down-to-earth area around Waterloo!? I hope there’ll be more outdoor art space in London soon – Berlin and Amsterdam and are still way ahead…

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THIS IS LDN

I’m reading this book at the moment where A. N. Wilson doesn’t even attempt to paint a grand and united picture of London history that doesn’t exist: To cut a long story short, unlike New York, our favorite city is a wild mix of a number of different boroughs that were initially quite far from today’s zone 1. This gradual development might be part of what attracts people to the city. Everyone can find their own niche here, forget a ready-made concept of what urban culture has to look like, people from all sorts of backgrounds come, shape it and give it a new identity. The constant, even compulsive process of getting this ‘new identity’ is old, though, it’s attached to the city like Kensington Palace or Westminster Bridge.

So it happens that some Occupy protesters are listening to small concert in front of St. Paul’s Cathedral, fashion bloggers are shooting photos around Somerset House, some ladies are enjoying the first signs of spring at the V&A, a family is posing at Russell Square, highly concentrated pals are playing chess on Brick Lane and two dogs are falling in love with each other. London, once and for all, we love you because you don’t make any sense – in the most beautiful of ways.

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Meanwhile in Croatia

Who else is getting a bit fed up with that whole winter business? It was cool for a while to wrap up in cosy clothes that make you feel like a stranded whale to the point where you actually look forward to getting into the sticky underground. No, it was never fun.

I coincidentally came across some brighter photos from a two-week road trip through Croatia a few years back. They make a brilliant trigger for the wanderlust that does control our thoughts from time to time! That holiday was special because it didn’t involve dipping in polished hotel pools somewhere on the Canary Islands (Is there anything more boring?).

Instead it allowed us to get lost in the middle of a beautiful nowhere and to find out more about that wide country that’s a colorful clash of Central Europe, the Balkans and the Mediterranean. It also opened up some European sides that I’ve hardly encountered before: Wilderness, mediterranean climate and genuine hospitality (unpredictable wine-tasting sessions).

Hitting the road in Istria from Pula to Porec, day-tripping to Trieste and Venice was absolutely magic and makes me want to let a summer of unpredictable backpacking, brilliant photo opportunities and sleeping under the stars start now. Right, it’s only the beginning of March and there’s lots of rain outside but a bit of planning doesn’t hurt hey!

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Documenting reality vs. its romanticised imitation

There is a number of different reactions strangers can surprise you with when they suddenly see your camera is pointed in their direction: You might get passionately yelled or grinned at, asked whether a few clicks on Photoshop could possibly turn them into Jude Law’s brother or Kate Middleton herself, whereas others decide to distract from themselves and hold something else towards the lens instead.

When I went to Brixton on Sunday without an awful lot of expectations, the faces of a few merchants from Brixton Market suddenly lit up when they spotted the camera and repeatedly asked to have their photo taken. To be precise, they wanted their chickens’ photo. It so happens that dead chicken or fish aren’t the most aesthetic objects, so be warned.

These photos have a bit of a documentary character and although I’ve never not paid attention to making things look pretty, giving the photos that raw street touch was refreshingly different. Do I sound like a rapper now? Anyway, urban galleries seem to, too. I’ve recently been more likely to find a photo of a dark alley in Soho that’s covered in dirt and rubbish than a fancy landscape shoot from a New Zealand coast that comes close to juxtapositional perfection. Who knows, the dark wonders of the subways in Elephant & Castle might be the next project.

But before I ring up my fellow gangster hood, you need to find out about Brixton Village: It is the complete opposite of the rather rough market scenes on Electric Avenue. It’s filled with independent little cafés who turn into communal living rooms on weekends (no better place to read your Sunday paper), window displays with cheesy red hearts all over and it’s also home to the legendary Honest Burgers. You should however also check out the coolest club in town: The South London Procrastinators Club. The exhibition is on until March 10, so hurry up!

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The more striking side to Bicester

The point when travelling or even walking around in an unfamiliar spot in your home town is the sudden realisation that you might have come across its actual spirit. Not sure if that makes sense or if I’m talking in my own weird vocabulary whose words usually don’t really fit together, but hopefully you’ll know when looking at the photos. Bicester Town is nothing like the glamourous and rather artificial Bicester Village.

It’s full of “We’re now closed down” signs, run-down houses and tired people whose bags are too heavy: Realities of a British high street and a pleasure to photograph. It was so much fun having a quick chat with locals and answering questions à la “Why are you taking photos of our ugly old town?” Well, I think its crooked roofs are beautiful…

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My Phone Tells Stories: Filthy pancakes, new projects and London parks

Hello Instagram. It’s so rewarding to recap moments visually, even if they’ve only been created a few weeks ago.  I didn’t really get to snap away as extensively as usually last month, instead there’s been a heavy predominance of pancake content. Whenever there were a couple spare minutes in the morning, I tried to practice that certain American fluffiness to then find out out that London’s most beautiful pancakes are sadly still not produced in my kitchen, but at My Old Dutch in Holborn. Tough times.

Other than that, three cheers for a new project called One Line A Day: It’s a five-year diary that I decided to fill with those beautiful little details and moments that we tend to forget within 24 hours (just before getting back into that old loop of metropolitan stresses and strains). A straw of sunlight on the train platform, great Skype conversations with Australian pals, two little girls cuddled up on their mum’s lap on the tube or a new realisation that suddenly changes your whole perception. Boom. That is a great way to give a little more substance to these busy days that would just go unsung otherwise…

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The Berlin Food Guide

Last summer was an ice cream shaped blast. Judging from the photos on my computer, I didn’t do an awful lot apart from eating filthy burgers in Berlin. When curious people who were just about to explore Europe’s hipster capital, repeatedly asked for recommendations, I pulled some of the above mentioned photos together and happily re-immersed in the where’s and what’s of Berlin’s culinary treasures.

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Yes, I frequently release our flat’s fire alarm because of my inability to cook pasta, which doesn’t quite make me a 5* Michelin expert in quality ingredients, organic sourcing and the like. But we can have a chat about the few legendary, innovative or little places that I kept coming back to. Be warned, you can spend entire days eating your way through Berlin’s cafés because there is such a mere infinity of affordable #foodporn.

(The picture quality varies a little, that is because I was constantly juggling between a crappy phone camera, an even crappier compact camera and a beautiful Canon from the office, as mine broke just a few days before leaving London. Maybe that’s why I stuffed ice cream in my face.)

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Coffee: No Fire No Glory, Rykestraße 45, Prenzlauer Berg

Let’s start with what is one of the truly most important things in life. If you think coffee from that big green chain is the best sip in the world, you’re on the wrong track. No Fire No Glory not only unleashes the full flavor of freshly roasted espresso beans, but you’re also free to choose how strong (i.e. what particular bean) you want it to be. As the Berlin version of Flat White, its interior feels a bit like 19th century Hemingway in Paris, without the picturesque drama of someone who doesn’t know where to sleep the next day.

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Breakfast: Wohnzimmer, Lettestraße 6, Prenzlauer Berg

For a fabulous vegetarian cheese breakfast, just walk a few streets up from NFNG and you’ll reach a café bar that gives you a slight idea of what the ideal GDR interior must have looked like. Surrounded by flowery sofas and appealing Kitsch, you’ll get a huge breakfast for a student-friendly €3.95 and it will be the best you’ve had in a while! Wohnzimmer has the feel of your grandparents’ living room, which also happens to be the German translation of the word.

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Pancakes: TassenKuchen, Malplaquetstraße 39, Wedding

They don’t sell post cards of the Brandenburg Gate in Wedding, or any other souvenirs, because the district usually isn’t on anyone’s must-see list. As part of a general uplifting of its rather run-down image or gentrification however, an American lady opened a beautiful little café that will fill your hungry hearts with artsy cakes and pancakes and other sugary blessings. On Sundays they offer a pancake flatrate where you can eat as many as you want for €8. As that is the London price for one, I quickly identified TassenKuchen as the ultimate paradise too.

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Ice Cream: Eismanufaktur, Simon-Dach-Straße 9; Auguststraße 63; Gräfestraße 7;  Mitte and Kreuzberg

This one surely is no secret for locals: Eismanufaktur sells the best ice cream in town. They usually don’t do boring traditional flavours, so why not forget about your Straciatella obsession for a second and be a bit more experimental with flavours like White Chocolate with Parmesan or Indian Mango Sorbet? If you fancy pretty things, you should ask for that colourful top up … which is usually only offered to children. Oops.

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German Bread: What do you fancy love, Knesebeckstraße 68, Charlottenburg

The guys who run that independent café in one of the poshest districts in Berlin have been travelling for a couple of years (chat with them about London or New York, they’ll love you!) before settling down in Berlin to make use of all these inspirations. And oh boy, the combination of fresh and tasty rye bread with different toppings and the most revitalising pressed fruit juice will lead to the odd shout of approval…

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Burger: Burgeramt, Krossenerstraße 21, Friedrichshain and Dream Burger, Danziger Straße 16, Prenzlauer Berg

Burgeramt is excellent. As Bürgeramt in German actually means citizen council, they wonderfully played around with the fact that burgers are as essential as governmental support. Choose different versions from classic Cheeseburgers to Mediterranean. Be creative! Meal deals include chips and a drink for approx. €8.

If you’re a bit fuzzy and/or like to see how everything’s done in front of your eyes, go to Dream Burger on Danziger Straße where you can decide what exactly will be on that little piece sent directly from heaven – from a variety of chips to salad, different Jalapenôs and cheese!

Don’t go to The Bird in Prenzlauer Berg. Nearly every guide will tell you that it’s the absolute best one in town but in case you’re not up to “burgers” that only contain a massive bunch of half-raw meat and a small piece of bread, kick it from that list!

The Cheapest Pizza: Pizza Bella, Gräfestraße 8, Kreuzberg

A whole pizza for €1.95? No, I’m not kidding and yes, it’s a real pizza. It’s not only a very valuable place when you’ve spent all your money on thrifted clothes or drinks, but it’s actually a very big and tasty pizza. They have every traditional topping  you could dream of and offer pasta dishes for as little as €2.49. But please, don’t be utterly shocked when the “waiters” will not overwhelm you the charming customer service that you’re used to… So grab the pizzas and stroll to Admiralbrücke for a few beers and some outdoor acoustic music on a bridge.

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Hipster Evening Beer: Mein Haus am See, Brunnenstraße 198, Prenzlauer Berg

Although Berlin probably has more bars than offices, there’s a certain hierarchy of coolness. Mein Haus am See is on top of that list. With stairs instead  of chairs, books instead of the obligatory empty bottles decoration and all drinks from tea to Tequila, the bar/café/music venue sets the right setting for pretty much every purpose.

Midnight Snack: Schwarzes Café, Charlottenburg

Again, Charlottenburg is not usually the place you’d go to party or hang out as a 20-something. It used to be though, so who knows what your parents did in the area. But now that the dancing part of the population has swiftly moved to Kreuzberg or Neukölln, Schwarzes Café remains a trusted remnant that is open 24/07 and provides great bruschetta at 6am just before you’re ready to face the hangover.

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Waffles: Kauf Dich Glücklich, Oderberger Straße 44, Prenzlauer Berg

Kauf Dich Glücklich is a concept store that includes everything from vintage furniture, clothing lines and books to waffles and ice cream. It started at this store in Oderberger Straße and is now rapidly expanding to many other German cities. Imagine a warm waffle with home-made strawberry jam and a scoop of cookie ice cream. That does taste about as perfect as it sounds, yes. It’s open until midnight and there’s nothing like sitting outside and watching the stars above you. Sorry for the cliché. But it’s still nice.

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Cupcakes: Cupcake, Krossener Straße 12, Friedrichshain

Being the girly girl I am, I don’t even try to say no to cupcakes. Cupcake is just a few blocks away from Burgermeister and therefore the ideal stop for a walk on the fairy dust side. The owners are always up for a chat and have big enough tables to host sweet feasts for fancy hipster launch parties. In case you were wondering, the cakes are exotic and creative too.

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Kebab: Go! And! Explore! Berlin!

The best kebab is always the one that you’re going to have next. There’s nothing that explains Berlin’s spirit better than a kebab at 8am (Yes, if it’s any earlier you failed!) when you’re on the way home from an infinite clubbing night with pals that look just as horrible as you do. If you still need a bit of advice, go to the street that surrounds most clubs anyway: Warschauer Straße in Friedrichshain. Between East Side Gallery and Warschauer Str. U-Bahn there’s plenty of good kebabs who have benches outside and play glorious 90s music…

Bicester Village

With London Fashion Week behind us and all major news outlets swiftly turning to other topics again, I thought it might be a good time to take you on a virtual tour through Bicester Village, a little world of luxury between London and Oxford. It’s not like I’d ever consider spending more than £50 on a hand bag (on the other hand it comes to my attention that there are people who don’t get why other individuals spend a whole summer working towards a new lens…), but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun to have a look at the shop floors of Prada and other glossy labels.

Luckily my friend who took me there agrees that sometimes pressing the shutter release is more important than talking, so we had a lot of fun snapping faces, shoes and houses and ended up with just under a thousand photos. Is that what’s commonly known as antisocial behavior!?

Before exploring actual Bicester town (photos will follow another time), we bumped into a lovely couple from Croydon. The lady has been a dress maker all her life and still takes extra care that both her husband’s and her outfits match. She was a little embarrassed when admitting that even if she’d spent “my whole life tailoring clothes, we would still have a house full of leftover fabric.” That made the whole retail craze feel a tiny bit more personal…

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Of angry golf players, frozen trees and scenic dawns

Did it ever happen to you that you just went somewhere for the sake of walking? Now if you add a legendary lack of orientation to the excitement of catching some scenic vastness, you could end up in the middle of a golf field without knowing it. Of course, you’d soon notice the rather unholy verbal explosions of two middle-aged men who do not seem very amused about that strange obstacle with a very slow walking speed because of the constant usage of a camera.

Indeed, that day was prone to be a success. It did luckily change for the better when I found my way round to Richmond town (thanks to the not-so-patient directions from mentioned gentlemen), met some friends for coffee and walked up to the actual park that has a comforting lack of floating golf balls. Yes, the chilly and grey landscape can hardly come as a surprise since we’re not exactly on a Carribean beach, but when walking down, I couldn’t believe my eyes: There was sun. A lot of sun. And it was shining right into my face. So don’t say you’ve not seen a happy ending today…1_effected3_effected 4_effected 5_effected 6_effected 7_effected 9_effected 10_effected 12_effected 13_effected 14_effected 16_effected 18_effected8_effected 19_effected 20_effected

But never once have I ever walked alone

Lydia is a nutritionist and entrepreneur from New Zealand who I’ve had the privilege to meet during last summer in Berlin. Our paths now crossed again in London. On Sunday, winter’s last leftovers fell down from above and blessed Hampstead Heath not only with a lot of cold wind but with some beautiful snowflakes.

So we took some photos… what a surprise! I think even just looking at Lydia’s face tells you what an inspiring character she has, doesn’t it!? There’s nothing like a valuable conversation and shared values to put your world back in order. Now, let’s make this a great week and wait for the sun!

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