REMIX | here again

I came to Czechia for a week. Just because I could and wanted and needed to.

Never before have I enjoyed all the little joys of coming back 'home' so much. ('home' because I stopped being sure what my home actually was a very long time ago) Like sleeping on a comfy mattress under nice, not-so-old-and-used sheets. Like having books and CDs and DVDs and magazines and what not. Like having your room designed by you entirely. Like cooking in a clean and equipped kitchen. Like buying cheap but nice food. Like going out and eating out and drinking wine in restaurants. Like meeting all your friends and family and catching up on everything. Like having someone else cooking for you. Like living in a place where you settled down. Like not being so stressed out and on your own in most situations, mostly.

But even though all this is extremely comforting and/or comfortable, I know I would never manage to live like this forever. I just can't.

01: wall display above my bed
02: beautiful Tesco chocolate packaging
03: lovely plant in my room
04: Keith Haring book I bought for my dad's birthday
05: on top of the wardrobe


LET'S DANCE | einstürzende neubauten @ muffathalle

There are many bands that I listen to now and that remind me of my childhood big times simply because my parents would listen to them all the time. This applies to Nick Cave, Depeche Mode, New Order, The Cure and also to Einstürzende Neubauten, however it's slightly different when it comes to them. When I was little, I was actually scared of their music. It was too industrial and demonic in my childish point of view and I was terrified by the 'monster' in the Sabrina video. Some months ago, I randomly stumbled upon Alles and it somehow started feeling soothing. And then the love affair began.

EN just released a WWI-themed album called Lament and they are on tour with it now. It is not a regular music tour though, the shows are more of art performances / theatre plays than just regular concerts. And I was lucky enough to see one of the shows this Sunday in Munich, just before going to CZ for a while.

It was unbelievably great, so great that I actually cried because of how strong and beautiful the whole performance was. The WWI atmosphere was in every bit of the concert hall, emphasized by the screeching sounds of metal, chains and other unusual instruments EN use. Hands down, even though I didn't understand every single thing as it was mostly in German, it was one of the best live acts I've ever seen, seriously.


REMIX | 3 vs 3

6 pictures I found in my 'autumn' photo folder. 3 pictures of my legs, 3 pictures of places. 

No real meaning behind anything.

01: afternoon in bed
02: garage in Wannweil
03: flatforms and bare fingers
04: clothes rack with freshly washed clothes
05: new Docs and Adidas socks
06: Tübingen