Some albums you listen to. Some you fall for. And then there are the ones that just move in and never bloody leave. Quadrophenia is one of those for me. It’s a rare thing, when a film and its soundtrack get you in exactly the same way. Rarer still when they’re still doing it decades... Continue Reading →
I’ve just come back from London. And after a few days in a city where people queue at bus stops as though it were the most natural thing in the world, I’m sitting on the S-Bahn heading into Mitte thinking: Yes. Right. That’s how it was. If you’re visiting Berlin, there are a few things... Continue Reading →
There are moments you cannot prepare for. Not really. You can plan to visit an exhibition, set aside an evening, even look forward to it a little. But what actually awaits you cannot be anticipated. Last night at Fotografiska Berlin, I was reminded of that again. The museum’s entrance greets you with a charm that... Continue Reading →
There are moments when I feel something stirring inside me. Not uncomfortable, more like a quiet pull. A reminder. As if part of me is saying: Hey, there's still so much out there. When are we leaving? Wanderlust, for me, is more than just a mood or luxury. It's a true necessity. It has two... Continue Reading →
There's a particular feeling you get when you return to a city after fifteen years. It's not quite nostalgia, and it's not quite discovery either. It's something in between, like running into an old friend who's clearly moved on with their life while you weren't looking. I came to Vancouver for practical reasons, which is... Continue Reading →
Losing a place is different from leaving it. 2025 was not a year of great distances. It was a year of inward movement. Of subtle shifts, of places that can no longer be reached, and of the things that endured. The farewell to the Pacific Northwest runs through everything like a quiet fault line.The PNW... Continue Reading →
There is a song that many people no longer really want to hear. Not because it’s bad, but because it has been worn thin by repetition. Played too often, too loudly, and too predictably every December. Driving Home for Christmas has become seasonal background noise for many. Yet, stripped of overuse, it still describes those... Continue Reading →
After Construction Time Again opened the door to Depeche Mode for me in 1983, it felt almost unavoidable to look back. If their third album could already shift something in me, then what had I missed in the years before? Even then, I sensed that to understand the direction this music would take me, I... Continue Reading →
It took me months to finish this article. The emotions of January were still shifting, still settling and I needed clarity in both heart and mind before I could put them into words. The Pacific Northwest, or simply PNW, has held a special place in my heart ever since I fell in love with the... Continue Reading →
In October, I visited Bournemouth again, one of England’s seaside resorts along the Channel coast. The town still bears the scars of Britain’s economic decline and the competition from low-cost flights that send travelers to the Balearic Islands and the Canaries. As tourism decreased, local employment also declined, leaving visible effects. During my first visit... Continue Reading →
