May Thoughts
You have to be either lucky or incredibly unlucky to be in a helicopter. Or very important, which is a mix of both I guess. Sometimes I look up and wonder: which one is it?
What's a big deal in a small town is just another day in Berlin. Every possible combination of events has already happened. The good news is nobody cares, the bad news is nobody cares.
I look up and see someone watching the sunset off one of the balconies at Hotel Telegraphenamt. He‘s so absorbed by the view he doesn’t notice me. I try to enjoy his moment, but it‘s cold downstairs.
My friend jokingly told me recently that I have a resting sweet face. That's a great compliment, I still think about it sometimes.
Went to this restaurant that looks like we‘re about to make some clandestine backroom deal in a Tarantino movie. I can hear the song “Staying Alive” by Bee Gees. I kind of wanted to be in the shot, but I had no deal to make. Maybe next time.
One man deep in his cups advises the other: “Na ja, it’s not your wedding night, you’ll be fine!”. His Aperol Spritz clings on for its dear life while he gestures. The bartender keeps his eyes on the glass he's drying.
Spring is mostly just trees trying to be seductive. Imagine being so attractive once a year that other species come to smell and touch you. I‘m not a good pollinator but I enjoy it.
Confidence is such a mysterious quality because it doesn't always care about ability, social class or common sense. I admit sometimes I try to redistribute it a bit, but it's dangerous work.
A lot of things that photograph really well don’t look or feel good in reality. And vice versa. People obviously expect both, but it's actually twice the effort.
German women rarely wear any red I've noticed. I don't wear any either to avoid whatever they’re avoiding, but I've always wondered why. Too bold? After all these years I'm still not sure.
Every time I give a Berlin cashier exact change, they say „Perfekt!“. This is so rare to hear out here in any context. Now I always immediately produce the coins in the hopes of hearing my favourite word.
Went to this bar recently where the rules of engagement were quite clear. There’s a part of me that wants to rearrange them by importance, but I wouldn’t know where to put the forklift one.
This very non-Prussian palm house used to exist in Potsdam, saw a study of it at the Alte Nationalgalerie. Already burnt down in 1880, sadly. My favourite detail is the two fictional harem ladies lounging around. I‘m sure Carl Blechen thought they were cheesy, but when your boss is the king…
Sometimes when I feel sad I look at photos of fawns sleeping in the grass. It’s adorable, you should try it.
You may think that some women are vain, but if it didn’t work, they wouldn’t bother. They‘d save their pennies and buy themselves a pretzel.
As my mom likes to say: “Oh yeah? If you're so smart, how come you're not the prime minister?” I don't know mom, I don't know. Could ask you the same thing.
Summer in Tiergarten.