Cold Grey Silence
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…
Vinyl Stories: Gods Own Medicine
It started with a cover. I was sixteen, standing in ELPI in Krefeld, flipping through the racks the way you do when you’re not looking for anything specific but somehow certain that something is about to find you. And then it did. The cover, dark and embossed, and on the front, a heroic figure sculpted…
Wanderlust Won’t Wait
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…
