Back in the USA

And it’s really quite strange, although my last few weeks in Berlin were fantastic.

I know I haven’t really posted since my trip to Brussels, which was really fun, stayed with my friend Michele and toured Brussels and the beautiful little town of Brugge. After my trip to Belgium we went through print week at the magazine and I had a lot of editing to do on my Vintage Guide that I had been working at on and off for the past four months. They are now published online HERE.

Anyway, then I went home for Christmas and Hanukkah, went and visited Julian in DC for New Years and came back to NY for tea at the plaza and packing for school. I then hopped back on a plane and headed back to Berlin for the culmination of all the vintage work I had been doing, which was Toast & Jam— the first Berlin vintage fair with cat walk show and closing party.

Going back to Berlin was weird… I was couch surfing between friends for the two weeks— and fun. Things I did:

1. Went to Monday nights at Sandmaans, a local bar in Neukoelln that has live music every monday

2. Saw Nicholas Jaar play at Berghain’s Panorama Bar

3. Attended an accidental dinner party that went until 7am

4. Ate one last Mustafa’s Doner Kebabs

5. Create a larger than life pink and sparkly sign out of foam core that says “T O A S T & J A M” to hang against the curtain at the party

6. Attended and worked T&J (which got 2,000 attendees at its first run!!)

Then I left. I got home (jet lagged and grumpy that the boarder control yelled at me for having my german passport out. He gave me a lecture about nationalism and how I should be ashamed to have two passports) to Julian playing the ukelele on my couch—always a good thing. I Showered, then we ate really good sushi for the first time in 6 months, and got in bed and watched a movie (where I promptly fell asleep in two minutes and woke up really confused).

NOW I’m back at school (actually at work right now) and am having a bit of culture/conn shock. But I’m quickly getting over it and am going out tonight for Delaneys 21st! Ski club on Friday……..yikes.

This is probably my last post, THANKS FOR TUNING IN! 

ciao.  


YOUR OLDEST FEARS ARE THE WORST ONESJenny Holzer / NYC, 1982
 “New York Poem,” by National Book Award winner Terrance Hayes, from the November 29, 2010 issue of The New Yorker.
Woody Allen: on jazz clarinet

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