autumn
Where the sweet birds sang
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”
— William Shakespeare (1609)
Herbst in Reuterkiez
It’s a quiet Sunday morning in Neukölln and there’s a sense of impending hibernation in the air. The clock turned back last night and I need gloves for the first time to keep feeling in my fingers. As the sun shines rays of fading warmth and the golden leaves continue their relentless fall, we prepare ourselves psychologically for the long winter months ahead.
Nowkoelln Flowmarkt
An Autumn Sunday of Tiny Art, vintage clothes, bad coffee, too many pastries, cute kids, great friends and cheap beers at Nowkoelln Flowmarkt, Berlin.
Autumn in Kreuzberg
A quiet Autumn afternoon of coffees, markets and sneaky beers with good friends for my first weekend back in Berlin after a big summer in NYC.
Stroke Art Fair
Getting inspired at Stroke Art Fair, Postbahnhof with my newest Kreuzberg neighbour, the lovely Em. Scheming up ideas for new art spaces, projects and exhibitions for Winter 2011/2012.
